#Head empty just handcuff headcanons

[7ndipity]

Just found your blog and LOVE your bts headcanons so much… after having watched Are You Sure?!, I need all your NSFW headcanons for OT7 as your boyfriend… please please please 🔥

Random NSFW Headcanons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Random spicy headcanons about the members

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this), breeding kinks, mentions of edging, oral(m. & f. receiving), bondage, sensory deprivation, dom/sub dynamics, somnophilia, voyeurism, idk there’s a bunch of stuff lol

A/N: You want my hcs? I’ll give ‘em, hehehe😈 Hope you like them!

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Jin:

Okay, I’m gonna make some of y’all real happy by saying, although I still think he’s mostly switch/sub leaning, he does have a dom streak in him. Like as much as he loves letting you lead him like a puppy on a leash(sometimes literally), nothing quite gets him off the same as taking control and pounding into you until you’re his empty headed baby, only able to whimper is his name.

He’s also a big fan of sensory deprivation, both giving and receiving. Blindfolds, handcuffs, etc. He loves the heightened sensitivity that they create, turning even the lightest touches insanely intense.

Has a major thing for cumming in you that it’s bordering on a breeding kink. Like tell him that you want him to cum in you, and he’ll propose on the spot💍

Yoongi:

He’s definitely into bondage and shibari(he’s been tied up/handcuffed wayy too many times in music videos to not be, lol) tho it would take a bit of coaxing to get him to admit it. There’s just something about trying out different knots and restraint styles, both on him and you, that intrigues and excites him.

Lowkey into angry sex, but not when he’s angry with you. It’s more those days when he comes home frustrated from the studio and he just wants to scream, so he makes it his mission to make you scream instead, hehe.

Has recorded himself getting off for you and thought about sneaking it into the background sounds of one of his Agust D tracks(might have actually done it, but he won’t admit it bc he’s a menace and likes to fuck with your head, so you’re just sat listening to every little detail on his demos, lol)

Hobi:

This boy is a certifiable freak, you cannot convince me otherwise. Like except for a relatively small list of hard no’s, he’s open to playing around and testing out pretty much any sort of kink/scenario that you might be interested in.

Lowkey very into the idea of watching you fuck one of his friends rapline whats up?, guiding them on just how to touch you, watching the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, just to turn around and fuck you into oblivion afterwards.

Man adores having his head between your thighs and actively begs you to ride his face. And don’t even think of arguing that you’re too heavy or whatever, bc he’ll spend the next hour worshiping your body and showering you with so much praise that you won’t be able to think, let alone remember any of your insecurities🫠

Namjoon:

Although we’ve established he’s definitely more of a daddy dom, he definitely has a weakness for you taking the lead or being on top(“pro rider, hohohoho rider” I had to, I'm sorry). Something about him being under you, watching the way your body moves on top of his, feeling the way you take him so perfectly, just makes his brain go hazy🤤

Idk if he’s fully aware that it’s a kink/thing, but he’s definitely into temperature play. Ice cubes, hot wax, even just blowing cool air over his skin makes him tingly in all the right ways. 

He loves to tease you at the worst moments. Like you could be on phone with a friend or whoever, and he’ll let his hands start to ghost along your arms, down your sides, across your chest, between your thighs… seeing just how long it takes before your voice and focus start to waver, quickly hanging up and giving him your full attention

Jimin:

*cough*ropebunny*cough* Sorry, what?

No but fr, he loves being tied up in different pretty styles of shibari, but he treats it like an art form, with different silk ropes and ribbons. He wants to feel pretty and treasured, caressed with soft voices and sweet words, regardless of if you’re teasing and edging him to tears.

Lowkey into semi-public sex, teasing you at dinner with his friends with his hand creeping along your thigh under the table till you’re squirming and begging him to find an excuse for you both to be excused for a minute. Dude will fully have you shaking and seeing stars and then walk out of the bathroom like nothing happened.

Definitely the biggest fan of aftercare out of all the members, like he treats it as more of a sensual spa night for the two of you; candlelit baths together, gentle massages to work out any tense muscles, cuddling in bed that might turn into cockwarming or a very sleepy round two... 

Taehyung:

Definitely into taking photos of the two of you, both on his phone and on his retro film cameras. Man turned his guest room into his own studio/darkroom and learned how to develop film by himself so that no one else but you would see his artwork.

Loses his goddamn mind every time you go down on him. Like if you ever wanna make his mind go completely blank, all you have to do is let him feel your warm, wet mouth close around his length, and he’s absolute putty in your hands.

Feel like he’s very into lingerie, both for you and himself. He loves feeling like a pretty present for you to open and play with, and vice versa. You literally came home on your birthday to him waiting for you in some pretty little silk number with a bow on his head as your gift.

Jungkook:

Although I’ve said before he’s a dom leaning switch, when he subs, he lets go completely. He loves letting his mind shut off and being at your mercy, letting you take control and turning him into a needy whining mess. 

For the similar reason, he has a major dumbifacation kink, both giving and receiving. He loves the idea of being fucked to the point that your mind goes completely blank and all you can think and focus on is how you make each other feel.

Definitely has a thing for somnophilia, again both giving and receiving. The thought of touching and teasing each other, your bodies reacting purely out of instinct, seeing how long it takes for you to wake up so that you can fuck each other properly, the whole thing makes him crazy. His favorite way to wake up, 5 stars, highly recommend🤭

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[solarsturniolo]

can you do sub chris or abc’s (maybe vibrator involved ?)

Sub!Chris Headcanons

Warnings: Sex / Cursing / mentions of overstimulation / p in v / no protection / sub!chris / use of toys /

Disclaimer!!!: This is just my opinion on what chris would be like if he was submissive. None of this is factual.

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Although Chris loves being dominant in the bedroom, he adores being taken care of, especially on those long days after numerous back to back meetings and creating content.

He’s easy to get into that headspace too. A simple shoulder and back rub will relax him, at which point he won’t even want to be dominant anymore. He just loves being cared for and getting the princess treatment from you.

He doesn’t like handcuffs or restraints, he likes being able to touch you. On the rare occasion that he does let you use them on him, he’s tugging on them and whining the whole time, begging to be let out. He can’t stand having you so close to him and not being able to touch and feel you.

He spends an ungodly amount of time on your chest. Touching them, massaging them, kissing them, sucking on them, marking them…he loves to hear the sounds you make while he takes his time with you.

Chris is always open to trying new things, so he wasn’t opposed to the idea of using a vibrator. He knew it made you feel good, so he had no real reason to deny trying it.

He may have ended up liking it a little too much though. He won’t even ask, he’ll grab it from the bedside drawer himself. Whether he’s in control and using it on you, or letting you use it on him until he’s sweaty and writhing in the sheets, Chris loves the way it enhances both his and your pleasure.

He’s vocal in bed normally, but even more so when he’s not in control. Something about the power being out of his hands drives him crazy and he’s not afraid or ashamed to make that known to you.

“F-Fuck, it feels so good. O-Oh my god, yea please don’t stop. I-It feels s-so good, I-I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, p-please. F-Fuck, I’m such a m-messy boy, I-I’m gonna make s-such a mess. P-Please, can I cum? Please i’ve been such a good boy for you, m-my balls are s-so full, p-please. W-Wanna empty them in you, f-fuck.”

He tends to ramble the closer to his orgasm that he gets. It starts pretty light, just soft moans and whimpers with a few pleas thrown in the mix. But once he feels the warmth growing in the pit of his stomach, he can’t help himself. Any and everything he’s thinking is free game.

“W-Wanna fill you up, baby. P-Please, I’ve been a good boy for you. Did everything you asked me to. Y-You feel so good, please don’t make me pull out. F-Fuck, i’m begging you. I-I-Im a good boy, I-Im your good messy boy. P-Please, wanna make a mess all up in your guts.”

And not to mention he looks so pretty laying back on the bed, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, his lips parted as he pants and moans each time you sink down onto his cock. His eyes can barely stay open, eyelids hooded, determined to still watch you and admire you as you take care of him. His cheeks and ears flushed with a bright rosy tint, some of the color even showing on his chest from just how hard he was blushing.

Chris LOVES the sex, but he almost loves the aftercare more. The way you hold him while he clings to you, his head buried in your chest, panting as his body jolts with aftershocks. Your soft tender kisses on his head as his hips buck, burying his cock as far into you as he can. Your sweet whispers of praise in his ear, fingernails gently running along his back to soothe his tense muscles.

When he snaps out of it, he tries to take care of you and clean you up, but you insist that he doesn’t have to worry about it. You were there to soothe him after his intense performance, just like he always was there to take care of you when he’s in control.

Some nights you stay like that for a while, bodies together and joined at your most intimate parts. But some nights that are more intense than others you’ll run a bath for the both of you. He loves feeling you behind him, massaging his tense shoulders and working the knots out of his back. Baths with you are one of his happy places. For a moment the world stops, there’s no bad. He can relax, he can breathe, he can just be.

You take a generous amount of time focusing on washing his hair, knowing how much he enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Your nails massaging his scalp is enough to make him nearly fall asleep in your arms.

Once you’re both ready for bed, Chris will lay next to you and wait (im)patiently for you to ask if he’d like to cuddle. Chris enjoys being the little spoon, so he’ll roll over and wait to feel your arms gently wrap around him. He just adores being babied by you. He’ll whisper soft words to you, wishing you a goodnight while he kisses your knuckles.

In conclusion, Chris is baby. Argue with the wall

[fl0wrmzy]

jake peralta headcanons pt2:

part 1

Soft head-canons~:

still watches cartoons. Especially superhero ones. He loves the Lego superhero movies specifically. Denies when asked about it though.

Sneezes like a dad 100%. The whole bullpen just pauses whenever he sneezes. And he’s not aware his sneezes are very loud and literally make the bullpen vibrate.

He doesn’t often catch colds, but when he does, he’s like a frail Victorian child asking his mother to see the sun one last time before the consumption takes hold.

Would most definitely keep wearing little wacky friendship bracelets that Terry’s daughters make or hang up drawings that Nikolaj drew. He is really good with kids, even if he doesn’t realize it.

He does little doodles on papers. Like if he’s writing down something, he’ll get distracted and start doodling little things on the corners of the paper or wherever is empty.

He is very thoughtful. He’ll find out you like a band, and he'll stay up the whole night listening to all their songs or researching about them just because he wants to be able to talk to you about them.

Love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch. 

He keeps everything. Every. Thing. empty box of popcorn from your first dates? Kept it. A sticky note you gave to him with a silly doodle and a small ‘I love you’? Kept it. The receipt from your first date? Absolutely keeps it. In a little shoe box or a tin box that once had cookies in it or something similar.

definitely watched Barbie with Boyle and went to Oppenheimer right after just to say he watched it, even though Boyle probably told everyone he and Jake went to watch Barbie on the weekend.

He wrote die-hard fanfiction in highschool and included himself in their universe

He uses AO3 to read die-hard fanfics, and if he doesn’t find something to his liking, he’ll write and secretly bribe Amy to proofread it for him and not mention it to a soul before he posts them under an anonymous username.

Super forgetful, so he writes little notes about you in his notes app titled “Y/N, info” or something within that, and the information is written in the weirdest way; only he can understand it.

Not the super jealous type, but he does get jealous. Never shows it obviously or states it out loud. Just finds excuses to be close to you for no reason.

Nsfw headcanons~:

Makes jokes in between, depending on how into it you guys are and his mood and the situation, etc.

Doesn’t shut the fuck up. Always talking during it, and it only gets worse when he’s getting close; he just start talking faster and it’s all mumbled or whined where you can’t even make up what he’s even saying

Has definitely used his handcuffs, which are meant for criminals, on his partner(s). 

Very against daddy kinks; he thinks it’s a little creepy to be called daddy in bed.

Loves being sneaky because he thinks the anxiety of being caught adds thrill, therefor pleasure

His aftercare is immaculate. He’ll run a bath, bring you a snack, drink, or water, and try to lighten the mood if it was an intense session. Will not go to sleep until he takes care of you properly.

He has a high-sex drive. He may not look like it, but if he had the energy, he’d do it every day.

He lasts about 2 or 3 rounds.

He will not stop until his partner is sated. Even if he has to hold back his own orgasm for a while, he hates when sex is one-sided; he wants the other party to be left satisfied as well.

[soullessdianthus]

Soft!Bo Sinclair X Fem!Reader | Headcanons

>> PART 2

Author's note: Basically, how Bo's heart softened and spared you from death. And yeah I'm kinda fucked in the head for writing him this way, but HEAR ME OUT━ I consider doing a part 2 to extend the topic hihi (like, what life in Ambrose with him later looks like or smth + NSFW obviously), but these are my first headcanons, so please be considerate. <3

Warnings: it's a bit lenghty, sorry, canon typical violence, SFW (lot's of comfort)

Word count: 1.1k

Before your first "visit" to Ambrose, you and your friends set up a camp in the nearby woods - you were on a camping trip around Louisiana, for fun I guess or maybe during some break in your school/work

Bo watched your group from the tree line that night, he saw how poorly they treated you, how ignoring and demeaning they were towards you, why on Earth would you spend time with them?

He formed a strong opinion about those people right then and somehow took a little, tiny bit pity on you

When the car mysteriously broke down during the night, you along your companions took a walk to the small town nearby, searching the local mechanic

He was quick to find you, sitting on a pavement in front of a gas station

The man was charming, you admitted to yourself finally, especially when his bright irises traced your every step around the station

Bo looked enchanted, amazed by your personality, the way you talked, your appearance or all at once

But when some of your friends began to disappear few hours later, the true horror began

You stuck between the weirdly abandoned houses with two of your companions who were quick to seal your fate

They used handcuffs they found on the policeman wax figure to strap you to the metal pipe on the gas station - as a fucking offering to the killers chasing after the tourists

"Wh- THE HELL YOU'RE DOING?!"

"Creating a distraction I guess" they responded, trying to justify their actions, before running off, abandoning you to die alone

No matter how hard you struggled against the tube or the handcuffs, there was no way you could escape this without cutting your palm off

Obviously you wanted to avoid that option

And then, out of bloom, he appeared - dressed in a blue coverall, sweat drops shining over his forehead, tousled hair sticking to his temple - clearly running after your "friends"

Bo noticed you in an instant and a wide smile twisted his face - such a prize as you, being placed (offered even) in front of him like a gift? best day ever for our man Bo

And if you are considerably way younger than him, let's say early twenties - he would take an extra intrest in you (being more vulnerable for manipulation *COUGHS*), also extra points if you have daddy issues

Come on, this guy just wants to be worshiped by younger girl and tells her what to do, okay?

"My, my, what do we have 'ere?" he asked rhetorically, slowly lurching toward you "Little fuckers left ya behind? Tsk, tsk"

You froze in place petrified, but... he didn't seem to want to hurt you

Bo swooped your loose hair behind your ear, before carefully examining your form - all this time you stood still

Because what else could you do? You were immobilized, ffs

"Don't worry darlin', Imma take care of 'em, yeah? Just stay right here"

He placed a goodbye-kiss on top of your head, before returning to his "duties", the hunt wasn't over yet

So you stood there helpless, bound to the metal pipe outside of the gas station for God knows how long, wondering what will happen to your friends and what will happen to you

You took a peek inside the wax museum and soon enough you found out the town was in fact empty - there had to be a correlation, right?

Besides you saw the man with a weird mask and long black hair stab one of your companions in the neck - so the conclusion was quite simple

When Beauregard came back with a pair of tiny keys looped on his thumb, you gave him a merciful stare with glossy eyes, non verbally expressing the thought "please, don't kill me"

"You're a smart girl, ain'tcha? Gonna be good, yeah? That means 'no troubles', got it?" Bo spoke softly, his voice enchanting you with sweet venom

He unlocked the handcuffs and set you free, while you gently nodded your head, agreeing to being "good".

"T-Thanks" you massaged the bruised wrist, devouring feeling of "freedom", before he placed his big palm on your lower back

It was so warm

"Come, you must be tired, huh?" Sinclair guided you to walk along him, heading to the house on a hill

His house

Bo invited you inside, opening the doors and guiding you once again with his hand

If he only could, he would hold you, touch you, fondle your flesh all the time - you were fucking magnetic

You politely entered the house, feeling his presence on your back - at this point you wanted to punch yourself in the face for thinking that you're safe now, that he wouldn't hurt you - he probably just killed your friends

But the man took a weird liking to you, maybe it was your bargaining chip to survival?

It was already dark outside when Bo led you to his room upstairs

He caught a clean t-shirt from the drawer and placed it in your hands

"Why are you doing this? Why are you kind to me?" you kept your head down, fingers digging into the material of his shirt

There was a dead silence for a seconds before he responded

"Such a girl like you doesn't deserve to be treated like trash, yeah? You had shitty friends, doll"

You finally looked up at him

He was smiling, it was a gentle smile, a caring one

"Now, maybe we should finally rest, hm? It was a long day"

You did not protest when he pointed with his finger to the bathroom, where you could change into the clean clothes

Neither when he changed into his pajama and guided you towards his bed

The adrenaline and emotions from the whole day kept you on a constant survival mode - but of course, you thought about escape

Yet you didn't

Somehow you made it this far

But now you were lying in bed beside him, under one sheet

You tried to remain calmness, but the tears overfilled your tired eyes - you started crying, trying to remain as still as possible

But Bo felt your curled up form shaking and a few weeps could be heard though you tried to hide it

"Come 'ere" he spoke through the darkness of his room "come, sweetheart. There's no need to cry"

When you turned around to face him, his arm was already opened, inviting you into his embrace

And you foolishly succumbed into his touch

This should feel wrong, but it didn't

He was so warm

Bo brought you even closer to his chest, letting his heat radiate through you

Oh, to have him take care of you &lt;3

You melted into his touch and soon after fall asleep in his arms

Bo never wish for his precious girl to cry like this again

[peaxhxhair]

Hi! Can you please headcanons for Choi Mujin and Do Gangjae? when his enemy kidnaps his partner to take revenge on him how will they react?

A/n: Hiii! Thanks so much for this request! Hope you enjoy :)

Pairings: Choi Mujin x Gn! Reader, Do Gangjae x Gn! Reader (Separate)

Don't put it past him to be a petty bastard.

Oh, someone stole you from him? He'll take you back, along with taking someone that his enemy loves.

His enemy is Bold to think he won't kill their loved ones without a second glance.

Mujin will keep them thinking that they're a love and well - in reality, they didn't even make it back to the hotel.

Stuffed in a ditched somewhere and left to die - all but a few gunshots left in their twitching body.

For you, he'll cradle you in his arms and make sure you're okay.

For Mujin, I think he struggles when knowing what to do - especially with you.

You're usually so strong and happy. Seeing you cowering and flinching at touch is new for him. He wouldn't know what to do.

It was hard for you to let him hold you - but he made sure you were comfortable.

Knowing you were so uncomfortable, he attempts to comfort you with words.

He'll tell you a story, or talk about his day. How much he loves you and when he fell for you.

He'll talk for you until you're ready. Ready to talk about it - how you were feeling.

Mujin will avoid his work for you - wanting you to feel better before he can focus on something that isn't you and your wellbeing.

Eventually, when you mutter something about what had happened during your capture, he'll listen.

He'll be angry no matter what happened. The idea that someone hurt his love was infuriating.

He'll never take that anger out on you. Never.

It'll take a while for the two of you to return to normality.

He'll do everything for you - cook, clean, he'll buy you things. Anything you want.

He just loves you so much and wants you to be okay.

One day, you question what happened to that guy - the one who tied you up and attacked you.

He'll hum as he poured hot water over coffee granules.

"I took care of him. Don't you worry baby"

So...That guy is dead.

Literally the second he manages to find you, whoever took you had been stabbed in the head and set on fire.

No hesitation.

He loves you very much. You're his first priority.

Gangejae will drop everything to make sure you're okay.

Let's say his enemy takes you to his 'hideout'.

Has you tied up against a wall or something, watching you like a Hawk while his group decide what to do with you.

You're obviously upset, trying your best to free yourself from you constraints - all while avoiding getting murdered by these people.

You're a stressed out, blubbering mess as you wiggle against the handcuffs around your wrists.

Every time you move, one of their lackeys shifts the gun they're pointing at you - making you freeze.

Gangejae obviously hadn't been with you when you were taken, so he had no idea you were missing until he got home.

You're apartment was empty, more silent than usual.

After searching the entire house for you, he doesn't find anything.

He's quick to act, although he does text you before he does anything rash.

Obviously you didn't answer.

Now he's tense, telling his men to search for you - the lot of them finding out where you are within no longer than ten minutes.

He goes on his own - ready to beat the shit out of whoever took you.

He's practically fuming by the time he got there - stomping around as he looks for you.

It was obvious that you were with the head of another organisation- his enemy.

Though, he still looks for any fuckhead he can find in other parts of the building - killing them out of pure rage.

You barely even notice him enter the room, when he finally finds you.

He creeps in and slices everyone up until they lose any ounce of life.

Once they're no longer a threat, he falls to his knees in front of you, uncuffing you from the wall and cradling you in his arms as you cry.

He kisses your hair, his thumbs caressing your spine as you sniffle and cough.

Gangjae picks you up and carried you out, taking you home.

He either holds your hand or keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives - grounding you. Letting you know that he's there.

He'll do anything to keep you safe. To keep you with him.

[demxnicprxncess]

hey can i suggest any nsfw headcanons for the evans?? i love those types of drabbles and i think i would thoroughly enjoy whatever you decide to do w this request, since your writing never fails to amaze me 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

havent done request in a while but sure love

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TW: NSFW, opinions, and kai anderson, Smut.

Tate Langdon:

He likes having a sense of control, but still he enjoys being babied, def a switch.

If you tease him enough he gets a little whiney or possibly aggressive.

He IS a teenager so... he'll fuck you anytime, anywhere.

Can be a selfish lover, but he doesnt intend to.

Sometimes, he wants nothing more than to please you. No doubt.

Praise Kink, pain kink, possible humiliation, possible mommy kink. Maybe a small daddy kink, just cause its what he would see in porn. He def would mark you with hickeys and bites. BDSM (mostly his suit ngl)

He bit into your neck over the hickey before licking it softly as his thrust picked up in pace. "Say it baby." She whined gripping on the desk in the empty classroom he had drug her into her hands tied behind her back with his belt. "It feels so good" She'd choke between moans before he laid a smack against her ass. Feeling her clench around him as she came led him to pull out a paint her back in his cum. "There we go baby. Quit talking to that asshole." She nodded softly still tired before she heard the bell ring. "Come on."

Kit Walker:

He LOVES having control, however sometimes he'll let you take control so you can take care of him.

He might whimper, but mostly groans.

He'd fuck you anywhere in your house, or in his car but thats about it i feel like.

he isnt a selfish lover, he wants you cum at least twice.

He'd place your pleasure first no doubt.

daddy kink, breeding kink, maybe just maybe hes into hair pulling.

He kept his thrust steady as she laid back on the bed arching into his touch, "Almost there pretty girl. Just a lil' bit more fa me doll." He groaned into her ear as she clung to him slightly pulling his hair. This prompted him to slip his fingers down to her clit, moving in a figure eight pattern with a steady speed to match his thrust as he kissed all along her neck. "You'll look so pretty with my child in you" With his other hand he placed it on her stomach, "You want me to give you one baby?" She eagerly nodded beneath him as she came undone, prompting him to release his seed deep into her womb. He stopped and laid there his face in her boobs for a minute, "Ya got one more fa me baby?" She whined softly and shook her head, "I dont like odd numbers though baby, and four is our lucky number."

James March:

Hes in control but lowkey wouldn't mind being dominated, he'd just say it was him getting some love in a way.

He grunts and groans no doubt. Sometimes he whimpers.

Anywhere in the hotel is great of course but like he loves laying you on the bed and watching the way you sink into his sheets.

He is never a selfish lover. Maybe a tease, but never selfish. he'd please you no doubt.

Okay so knife kink, master kink (idk i just like the sound of master march.) blood kink hes into marking, loves hearing you scream, loves your tears, hes into bondage.

"Scream my name darling." His thrust were harsh and planned to torture you, triggering your release while he kept going. He wanted to reach his own orgasm while she whined beneath him wanting to hold him but not able to because of the handcuffs keeping her arms above her head, "James, please? I want to touch you sir." He looked down at her before undoing the cuffs letting her wrap around him in a kiss as he filled her with his seed. "Darling, you truly are something wonderful."

Part one since this bullshit has been sitting in my drafts for the longest.

[rfxiii]

More smut headcanons (Trevor)-

(Tw: smut)

Loves dragging you into the bathroom at the local bar with him to give him head, pushing you onto your knees so you’re forced to kneel on the disgusting bathroom floor and look up at him as he frantically rips his jeans down his hips. He'll grip you by the hair and pry your mouth open with his calloused thumb, making you suck at the dirty skin and split nail of his finger before actually sliding his cock into your mouth.

Loves seeing you utterly, desperately wrecked for him. He’ll tease, bring you to the edge of orgasm, tie you up and barely touch you for hours on end just to see the tears that will gather in your eyes and the desperate pleas of his name while you beg him to fuck you.

He’ll bite so hard you’ll bleed if you don’t ask him to be careful. It’s nothing malicious, he just really enjoys it rough and hopes you will too.

While he can be extra rough, sometimes he just wants it soft and slow- where you take the reins and really baby him and pay extra attention to his every need. He’ll cry sometimes when you fuck like this; it’s one of his favorite form of stress relief. His mommy kink really comes out full force at times like these too.

He loves a predator/prey dynamic- where he’s the dangerous, bank robbing killer and you’re the innocent victim trying to escape him. It always ends with him catching up to you and pinning you down (sometimes with a gun or knife in hand) while you’re forced to “beg for your life” and offer him anything to let you live.

He also likes cop/criminal scenarios- usually with him as the cop and you as the criminal. He’ll follow behind you on a stretch of empty road and “pull you over” because you were acting “suspicious”. He’ll pull you from the car and handcuff your hands behind your back, usually after you give him some smart mouthed banter. And after roughly forcing you against the hood of the car, he’ll tell you that there’s “only one way to get out of being arrested today”. He’ll keep you handcuffed and pressed face first into the hood of the car while he roughly fucks you from behind.

He is, canonically, the one pump chump. It’s unfortunate. But what he lacks in round by round duration, he makes up for in his almost nonexistent refractory period. He’ll cum in minutes, but it only takes him minutes to get hard again. And when he’s taking time to get ready to go again, his face and fingers will be buried between your thighs as he gives you no time to lose your need for him while you wait.

Has some ideas about sharing you with Michael or Brad- but won’t push the topic if you’re not into it. If you are though, you’d better keep your eyes on him the whole time or he’s going to pound into you so hard you can’t walk after and then punish you even further when you get home. He’s happy to share, but you’re his.

Would love to record you having sex and live out his 70’s porn star fantasies. He’s gonna wear some over the top, patterned speedo, and he’ll buy you some cheap, gaudy lingerie that’s instantly going to be ripped off. He’s gonna rewatch the tape anytime you’re apart, even if you’re only gone an hour. He’ll try to show his friends too.

Would love for you to give him road head while he’s in a high speed chase. He knows it’s dangerous, but the idea of your lips around his dick while he evades the cops is something that gets him so hard he’s even jerked himself off to the thought while driving alone.

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Can you tell me about your head cannons?🥰

I'm not an anatomy student, so it's not accurate. This is what I could do in the time frame of a few hours. Long post.

I'll just stick with my HC of his body for now. 

Gadget's body is made of several ‘plates’ of metal casings that act like skin and shield the wires within. But they are able to pop up to allow for gadgets and cables to entre or exit. The synthetic skin has feeling sensitivity to it but is very limited due to the brain dampers. 

Mostly the handcuff comes from the right wrist while the rest is just used for helping lift heavier items.

On the arm is a small charger hole for his internal power supply that helps run the machinery inside, such as the synth-heart and other ‘functional’ organs. It also helps continue his live brain to work along with the aid of food nutrition. 

His hair is synthetic, and is just another plate to cover the back of the metal skull that houses the dome that holds the brain. The brain is inside of a liquid bath that keeps it clean, with the dome acting as the seal of the original skull.

Yet his brain has suffered neural pathway death from being pronounced dead, and removed from his original body. It has lost some memories, ability to reason and decision making. Which leads into his bumbling and careless behaviour along with his disregard for others at times.

He also lacks testicles, yes strange, but as a cyborg built for upholding the law and not meant for sex he doesn't need them. The phallus remains for the human brain to not have complete shock of a outsourced body. While the body is based on his own, its made to be specifically 'perfect.' Yet given a few years for the AI system and his real brain to melt together, the use for pleasure has been rekindled, Quimby's earth is shattered once again.

(Bad drawing of skeleton thing next)

The insides have more room for gadgets than organs. The space is filled with many of his gadgets, most of the longer ones like the helicopter go into the spine area until needed, freeing the head to move. 

The head weighs the most and needs the help of supports which are hidden behind the high collar of the trench coat. Four cable plugs are also visible and are hidden by the clothes. 

The eyes connect into the skull and will change colour depending on their use. Most the time they have a blank empty look of white for normal use.

I ran out of drawings for the time being. It feels good to be able to share my Gadget AU headcanons that ultimately will end up in my fanfiction once my semester is over. I'd love to share more later if asked.

I thank that frame of Gadget getting shocked from the 2015 show, to give me a drive to want to explore the inside more and expand on them.

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(SMUT) Tiny Swords Part 5 - Eddie Munson x (afab)Reader

This is a smut chapter- if you're under the age of 18 please don't read it. Be safe on the internet ok?

A/N: if u guys want stellar Eddie content that are not my fics (;) ), go on TikTok and search up @/abi.0113 (remove dash) her Eddie headcanons are *chefs kiss* amazing and I include a few of them in my fic without even realising we had similar thoughts about him ;-; how beautiful

sorry if this is long and wordy- smut only comes at the end because I'm obsessed with fluff and I feel like we all deserve a loving person in our lives like Eddie (not to spoil vol2 but... let's just say we all deserve it ;-; )

WARNINGS: SLOW, AFAB reader, female bodily autonomy, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader wears make up, reader smokes, oral (female and male receiving) cunnilingus, blow jobs, handcuffs, spoilers for 'Sleepaway Camp' and 'The Thing', smoking, smoking indoors omg (!), smoking weed, drinking, usage of handcuffs/ restraints, safe sex, vulnerable/submissive behaviours, Eddie is a switch, taking nudes with polaroids, brief mention that reader has scars (unspecified)

(completed) PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | MASTERLIST

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"What is it, babe?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder to find Eddie frowning as he kneeled on the floor. The bag he brought was empty, and he was surrounded by his clothes; the condoms; some lube; hair ties; his hairbrush; and a few of his hair products. You blinked, studying the mess that now littered your carpet,

"I don't have it," He said with a pout,

"You don't have what?" You asked, turning in the chair at your vanity to see him more clearly. With a small sigh, he began to put his things back inside, and moved to sit on your bed, "Eddie?" You questioned, getting his attention back on you,

"I made a new mixtape for you," He mumbled, and you smiled softly, turning in the chair again so you could finish applying your make-up. You heard some shuffling and more mumbling behind you,

"You didn't have to, Eds," You reminded him, glancing in the mirror to see he was lying back on your bed so he was upside down, his hair fanning out around his head. You shook your head, glancing at your make-up products and picking up your mascara and applying it quickly, "This'll be, what? Your third one already?" As he didn't respond, your eyes flicked over to him as you moved the applicator away from your face. He was watching you in the mirror intently, a small grin on his lips, "What?" You asked,

"Of course I had to, babe," He said, sitting up and circling around your bed. He came to stand behind you and leaned down to plant a kiss to your head, then tilted his head to try and kiss your cheek. You playfully swatted him away, before grabbing a black eye pencil to smear under your eyes and using your finger and some black eyeshadow to blend out the black, "Besides, three isn't enough. And I made this one specifically for this week we have together," He added, grinning at you in the mirror, "It's very loud," He assured you, causing you to laugh and pull your hands away from your face,

"Jesus Christ," You shook your head,

"What?" He smiled, "I thought you liked my music," He straightened so you couldn't see his face in the reflection anymore, only the worn graphic print on his shirt,

"I do. I'm not complaining," You smiled, "I like it loud," You reminded playfully, at which he laughed, patting the back of your chair and beginning to aimlessly walk around your room, "The neighbours might not..." You said, glancing at your still open window for a moment, then looking back at your face to finish with the smokey eyes. You had done what you could on your neck to cover up the marks and the job was adequate. You'd have to wear your hair down though, just in case, and considering it was a very hot day, the idea of a cold drink sounded great,

"Can't say I care too much about them," Eddie said with a sigh, "Guess we're gonna have to go back to my place and get it," He announced,

"Why did you make another mixtape?" You asked curiously, glancing over your face and neck once more and deeming yourself appropriate to venture out into the world, then turning to look at him. He moved to grab his bag from the ground, sliding it onto his shoulder and wincing, before switching shoulders. Your bite mark...

"Why not?" He asked with a smile, and you found it quickly prompting your own lips to curl up and smile back at him,

"Well, we have this one," You pointed to the silent radio player by your bed and walked closer to it, ejecting the cassette he had made you so long ago now. You ran your fingers over the tape, fingers sliding over your name scribbled on the front along with a few hearts, before glancing back at him, "And we have the one in your van," You said, walking over to him and handing him the cassette,

"Yeah, but I made a specific one for us, for this week," He grinned, playfully pressing a kiss to the cassette you handed him and setting it back on the side table, "The one I made is different- better. Besides, aren't you getting tired of that one?" He loosely pointed to the worn tape, "We've had it for, like, six months now. I don't know about you, I have the order memorised back to front. This new one I made is so-"

"Metal?" You finished for him. He quickly turned to look up at you with a bright grin, clicked his fingers playfully and winked,

"Metal, my love," You laughed at that. Eddie picked up his rings and began to carefully slide them on his fingers, and you couldn't deny that the sight wasn't unbelievably attractive. The familiar metal bands sliding over his rough fingers and sitting snugly at their base... Your thoughts instantly travelled to the memories of them inside you, gripping at your skin to pull your body closer; their cool temperature against your blazing skin.  Slowly, you shifted so you were standing closer to him, watching his hands intently. Once his rings were back in their rightful places, he flexed his fingers. Still mesmerised by the movements of his hands, you hardly realised he had picked up your swords, until they were dangling before your face. You blinked to bring yourself back to the present, giving him a quizzical look, "Where'd you go?" He asked playfully,

"Huh?" you blinked again, "Oh, I was just... Thinking," You swallowed, glancing at the blades in his hands, "My earrings..."

"They're your thing now, right?" He reminded you, and all you could do was nod your head, "You better wear 'em... Here," He said, motioning for you to take a step forward. He set his free hand on your face, cupping your chin as he tilted your head. Carefully, he pushed your hair away from your face and moved closer- perhaps intentionally teasing you with the way his breath fanned over your skin- and you felt the gentle feeling of the earings sliding into place. The way he was just barely holding you, just gently lifting your chin with his fingers, and looking so focused as he tried to get the earings on you made your heart flutter.

Only Eddie Munson could, in one moment, make you almost go feral just by sliding rings onto his fingers, then turn and make you feel like the most loved person in the world as he helped you put on fucking earrings,

"There," You heard him say before he pressed a kiss to your cheek and reaching a hand up to playfully flick the tiny blade dangling from your ear lobe, "We look good," He said. Glancing into his eyes, you watched as he cocked his head to the full-length mirror behind him, resting by your bedroom door. In the reflection, Eddie stepped out of your way so you could take in the sight. He momentarily disappeared from the reflection, only to step up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your middle and gently pulled you closer so he could set his chin on your shoulder, your back pressed firmly to his front, "See?" He muttered into your skin, beginning to slowly sway with you from side to side. You smiled,

"We do look good," You whispered, watching as his reflection smiled, then pressed another kiss to your cheek, "You look really pretty, Eds," You complimented, grinning as he bashfully snorted, then pressed his face into your hair, humming lowly- the sound causing a chill to run down your spine, "Take the compliment, babe," You managed to get out, smiling at him,

"Where's that  camera of yours?" He asked, briefly letting go of you and leaving you to blink, bewildered at how such a simple thing had such a prominent effect on you. Glancing back at him, you watched him as he rummaged over your shelves, 

"Uh-" You ducked next to the cassette player, dragging a box of electronics and wires from under your bed, and pulling a polaroid camera out. It was old, and something your father had gotten you for a birthday that Eddie quickly became obsessed with. You had a stack of pictures of just him making dumb faces, plenty of blurry ones of the two of you as you tried photographing yourselves high, and a few that you would never let see the light of day, "Here, let me just..." You stood straight, standing back in front of the mirror, only for it to be quickly snatched from you, "I don't- Hey!" You frowned as Eddie lifted it to his face so he could inspect it,

"It's got film," He confirmed, moving it back in front of you to take. With a small huff, you glanced back in the mirror, watching as your reflection shifted the positioning of the camera to where you thought it'd look best, "Here," Eddie said softly, helping you move it. He had moved so he was pressing you close again, one hand resting on your waist and his other helping you find the best position for the camera, "Keep it just there," He murmured, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek at how good he sounded, all low and deep. At this rate, you'd be surprised if you even got to leave the house by midday with how horny he was making you, "When I tell you to take the picture, take it, okay baby?" He had to know what he was doing, right? Though, all his comments seemed disguised behind kind, wholesome and innocent smiles that had your heart beating rapidly in your ribcage.

With a small hum, untrusting of your ability to speak, you glanced at the lens of the camera through the mirror and tilted your head slightly to the side, exposing your neck as you tried to find a good angle. With a grin, Eddie moved to kiss your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut as you pressed the button. His gentle, plush lips where replaced with a sharp sting of a bite, causing you to gasp, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek,

"Eddie!" You moaned, though grinned and swatted at his face so he chuckled and moved away, grabbing the camera from your hands and pulling the polaroid out, shaking it,

"I didn't tell you to take the picture yet!" He teased playfully,

"You bit me!" You whined back, grinning as you moved away from him, grabbing your jean jacket slung over a nearby chair, "No more biting until all the marks heal," You stated seriously, though grinned as he groaned,

"That's gonna take too long," He frowned, "Besides, what was I supposed to do when you just so happened to tilt your head like that?" You laughed softly, 

"I don't know- I was trying to find a good pose," You smiled, "Before I got attacked," You said playfully, "How's the picture look?" You asked, walking over to him as you slid your arms into the jacket,

"It's not done developing yet," He said, shaking the polaroid and moving it out of your way so you couldn't grab it or see it, "Now come on," He nodded his head to the door, following after you with a smile,

"Why'd you want a picture of us anyway?" You asked curiously,

"Because I wanted a nice picture of us- we haven't taken any in forever," He said, sighing and grabbing his vest, leaving the thick leather jacket behind, 

"We have plenty of nice pictures, Eds," You said, grabbing your worn converse and moving to the stairs,  sitting on the bottom steps so you could tie them up. Where you were particular about the laces being tight, Eddie didn't pay much mind, sliding his feet into the shoes and walking in front of you. From where you sat you only saw the tips of his dirty, white Reeboks,

"Yeah, but not together," He said, and you were surprised to find him crouching down before you, grabbing the laces from your hands and quickly tying them for you, "I've got plenty of pictures of you and you like mighty beautiful in those, my love," He glanced up at you with a wink, before dipping his head down so he could focus on your laces, "Just wanted something fresh," He rambled, "Done!" He announced, grinning at you. Without much thought, you found yourself touching his cheek, then neck, and pulling him close to kiss him. He let out a surprised hum, though quickly kissed you back,

"Thanks for the help," You said, quickly pulling away and standing, walking to the kitchen to lock the back door. If he was going to tease you like that, it was only fair, right?

"You're uh... Welcome," He said, flustered. When you turned, you could see him grinning to himself as he placed a finger to his lips, unaware you were watching him. Grabbing the keys from the lock, you shut the windows, before walking back to where he had moved to wait for you. You grabbed his hand, pulling him to the door by his hand, taking his hand in yours. Momentarily, you stopped by the large mirror to glance over yourself once again, eyes scanning over your neck, "You look, great babe," He said from behind you, moving to press a kiss to your head while pulling his van's keys out of his pocket and looking you over in the mirror,

"Yeah," You sighed, narrowing your eyes, "I guess this is okay enough," You mumbled, touching a finger to your neck worriedly,

"It'll be fine," He said, kissing your cheek and opening the door for you, "C'mon. I'll buy you ice cream, remember?" He said, motioning for you to exit. With a sigh, you pushed your hair forward and moved out of the door. Once he followed you out, he walked down to where his van was parked up front as you locked the front door. From behind you, the van rumbled to life, and you faintly heard the beginning of Iron Maiden's 'Wasted Years'. The song only grew louder as you climbed into the passenger side of his van, grinning, 

"Can we go stop by a seven-eleven instead?" You yelled, fiddling with the radio to momentarily quieten it so he could hear you,

"Sure," He said as he pulled out from your house, "Wait, I thought you wanted ice cream?" He asked glancing from the road to you, 

"I change my mind. I want a slushie, Eds," You grinned, turning the song back up until it was almost deafening. With how hot it now was, you'd both wound the windows down, and it made you laugh at the sight of Eddie's hair blowing wildly in the wind, messing it up more than usual. You'd steal the occasional glance at him, between aggressively head banging to the song and laughing along to or screaming the lyrics, occasionally catching sight of the hickeys you had left on his neck. You couldn't deny the slight feeling of pride as your eyes travelled to those marks, knowing you where the one who had left them there. You rode through the town like a bat out of Hell, surely passing the speed limit a few times as Eddie got too caught up in the music- thank God for seatbelts and sleezy Hawkins cops. It didn't matter that the residents of Hawkins would give you two dirty looks for disrupting their peaceful summer afternoon- who fucking cared when Judas Priest was playing and you were having a good time?

The next song cut out before you could even attempt to guess what it was, arriving at your destination. You made a beeline for the slushie machines, making sure to generously fill your cup with the best flavours. Eddie took one look at the multiple taps, grinned mischievously and moved along the line to each tap, getting one of each flavour in small bursts and making you laugh as he playfully bumped into you. You stocked up on popcorn, deciding to actually try and watch 'The Thing' again tonight. Once you had decided he had terrorised the place enough- accidentally breaking one of the taps and hurriedly pulling you away into an aisle, fleeing the crime scene as you tried to stifle your laughter- you got back into the van to continue with your trip.

Before long, you were making it up the road to Forest Hills and hopping out of his van as he parked outside his trailer. You glanced around briefly, drinking from your half empty cup before joining him up the steps. The slush was mostly melted, the flavours mixing together. You'd had a few sips of Eddie's but found it was much too sweet for your taste,

"Hey, Eddie?" You asked as you approached him, taking his almost finished slushie from him and holding it so he could unlock the door, "Did you... Bring anything?" You asked. He paused, glancing up at you, "To my house?"

"What?" He asked amused,

"Like... Drugs," You hissed the word, "To my house?" He laughed at that, shaking his head,

"Why didn't you just say that?" He smiled,

"I don't know-" You shrugged, "Did you?" As he didn't answer, only smirking to himself, "Eddie?" You grinned, and watched as he opened the door for you, nodding his head for you to go inside, "Did you?" You asked again as you passed by him, 

"Nah, don't worry, babe," He assured you, "I keep everything in one place... Mostly," He said, "Why'd you ask?"

"What if-"

"Evenin''," You suddenly heard, head snapping towards where Eddie's uncle Wayne was putting his work jacket on over overalls, sipping from a mug,

"Good evening, Mr Wayne," You said quickly in return, smiling pleasantly at the older man as you felt Eddie's cup leaving your hand,

"I'm guessing you kids are behavin' yourselves?" He asks as Eddie mutters his own greeting, then quickly disappears into his room, leaving you alone to answer his uncle's questions. You smile pleasantly at him regardless,

"Yeah, we're doing the best we can, Sir," You let him know playfully, to which he nods and gives you a smile, draining the rest of his mug and setting it on the side of the counter. Wayne Munson was a kind man, who appreciated you for taking a chance on his nephew and at least attempting to steer him in the right direction with his school work and studies. He'd often tell you of how much Eddie would gush about you to him, which never failed to make you blush, and how much happier he seemed now that you were finally together. You appreciated the older man for being there for Eddie and loving him as a son. It was precious really, and with how often you found yourself here, you always felt welcome at the Munson trailer,

"I suspect you won't be around when I get back tomorrow?" He asks,

"I don't think so, sir," You said. You were sure Eddie had told him he'd be spending the majority of his summer break with you, "Eddie just forgot something so we came to get it,"

"Alright. You remind the boy he should lock up before you leave- the front door and the windows," You smiled softly,

"We'll make sure, sir," You assured him, to which he nodded,

"Good," He hummed, standing and moving to the front door. As he passed you, he pat your shoulder, "You kids have a good day," He said,

"You too, sir!" You waved slightly as he left, and you glanced around the kitchen. Glancing at the dishes in the sink, you decided you should clean them for him. Repay the favour. Grabbing the empty mug Wayne had left on the counter, you moved to clean them,

"Are you cleaning dishes?" You heard Eddie yell from down the hall,

"Perceptive!" You yelled back with a grin, setting the few things there to the side to dry, before whipping your hands on your pants and walking to Eddie's room. He helped you out back home, why shouldn't you do so here? To your delight, it appeared he didn't hear you walk over, so you took the opportunity to study him curiously. He was cursing and muttering to himself as he dug through his room, looking into various boxes and shuffling the things around inside before quickly shutting the box and discarding them to the side carelessly. You had half a mind to pick up both of the almost empty slushie cups from where they'd been left in the kitchen, since Eddie hadn't taken his from you, and you couldn't contain your laughter when the noise of you slurping on the remnants of the icy drink startled him,

"You didn't have to wash up for me," He smiled, glancing at the contents of the box in his hands and grimacing, before shutting it and shoving it under his desk, "Or scare the shit out of me," He muttered, opening a drawer,

 "It was funny," You said with a shrug, "Find anything useful?" You asked with a grin,

"You..." He glanced around his messy room, "Not entirely," He muttered, digging through another box you couldn't see the contents of, before turning to look up at you, "Why'd you ask me about drugs earlier?" He asked,

"I was uh... Hoping for a discount?" You tried, making him smile,

"Babe, you get a lifetime supply of whatever you want," He assured you. He stood, glancing over his desk and smiling, "Here's the tape, by the way," He said, sliding the cassette off the surface and shaking it a little,

"Nice," You smiled, finishing up your slushie and throwing the empty cup into an already overflowing trash can in his room, causing it to bounce off and land on the floor. You took the opportunity to glance around curiously. A few things had changed- there were a few new Black Sabbath posters up, along with a poster with skeletons you had bought him while out of town because he thought it was cool. You smiled fondly at it, before looking just under it at his desk, "What's that?" You asked, pointing at a figurine covered in one solid colour,

"Oh, it's uh..." He glanced at it, "It's this dragon I'm repainting for the campaign I've been planning for Hellfire," He explained, "I've got most of it laid out," He said, moving a hand over the papers, before his eyes settled on the unfinished figure, "This is the last uh... Figure I have to paint for it," He explained,

"Oh this is the Dragon Dungeon," You grinned, "Like the title," You grinned, and he just smiled,

"Uhuh yeah- it's got a different name but sure... Dungeon Dragon," You laughed softly,

"He's got shackles on him," You pointed out,

"She's just into that," He said, and you laughed loudly at his comment, shaking your head and glancing around his room,

"What about these?" You asked, hooking your finger in the cool metal of the chain holding up one of the handcuffs dangling from a nail in the wall next to his door. You pulled gently on the material so it moved, causing it to jingle. He turned to look at you, eyes going slightly wide, "Are these decoration or...?" You smirked, folding your arms,

"Those are uh..." He glanced back to where he was searching before. You noticed him pulling a baggie of weed out and stuffing it in to his pocket "They're-"

"Are you blushing, babe?" You asked with a grin, walking forwards slightly and smirking as he tried to hide behind his hair, muttering something incoherently. You stopped next to him, glancing over your shoulder to look at the cuffs hung on the wall. They still moved side to side slightly from when you had disturbed them, "Eds, I'm not an idiot, I've seen them every time I've been in your room," You smiled, looking back at him, "I've been curious about them for a while," You admitted, "Are they fake? Like, just there for decoration? Or are they real?" You tilted your head,

"Yeah, they're real," He said, nodding, "I have the key for them somewhere- hold on," He murmured, placing the bag roughly into your hands and turning to rummage over the things on his desk as you watched him curiously, searching for it, "Here," He said, turning back around and taking a few steps towards you, the small key sitting in his palm,

"Huh... And how does it...?" You trailed off, glancing up at him,

"Here uh- may I?" He asked. You nodded curiously, watching as he moved next to you and grabbed the cuffs, before coming back to stand before you, holding them out. With a small nod, you watched him place the key into your vacant palm. He gently grabbed your only free hand, sliding the metal around it and clicking it into place, "Then you'd click the other one, but we don't need to do that now," He assured you quickly, "The uh- key goes here," He twisted the metal around your wrist as you watched him curiously, faintly seeing the small keyhole as he pushed the key inside. As he twisted it, the cuffs unlocked and easily slid off of your wrists, "It's simple, really," He said, looking them over in his hands, "You just have to remember where the key is," He smiled at you,

"Ahh," You hummed, "I see," You added, stepping closer to him so you stood near his desk. Your eyes clicked over all the papers, a dried paint palette, and a few DnD figurines set aside to dry. Absentmindedly, you reached for the three paintbrushes he had left inside a water cup and took them out, setting them on a cloth nearby, "Have you ever lost it?" You smirked, "The key?" He grinned at you, breathing out a laugh,

"Well..." He trailed off, looking away,

"Eddie, oh my God, no," You laughed, eyes going wide, "How did-"

"You see those?" He moved out of the way to stand next to you, pointing to the other cuffs, "They're closed because I had to wiggle my way out of those ones," He smiled,

"Why did you...?" You tilted your head slightly, "Have to do that?" You asked,

"Cause I lost the key?" He asked obliviously,

"No no, Eds... I know," You clarified, "Why were you in cuffs?" You elaborated,

"Oh!" His eyes widened, "I may have gotten... almost arrested once," He winked,

"Almost?" You asked surprised,

"Yeah but not really- I don't have a record-"

"Yet-" You grumbled under your breath,

"Have some faith in me, babe!" He said, placing a hand on his chest, "You wound me with your cruel jabs," He grinned as you rolled your eyes, "They just caught me drinking with Rick," He sighed,

"That all, bad boy?" You teased, but didn't miss the glint in his eye at your words,

"Oh- yeah," He said, glancing away from you. You also didn't miss that. How could you? He was getting flustered over your teases,

"Mhm..." You hummed, "So... These cuffs?" You asked, pointing to the ones now resting on his desk, "Where are these from?"

"They're..." He trailed away, biting his lip as you studied him for a moment, "I bought them a... While ago from uh... Out of town? They're uh..." you managed to quickly put the pieces together, with how long he was drawing this out,

"Are they a sex thing, Eds?" You asked, smiling softly as his cheeks flushed pink,

"Yeah, they're a sex thing," He nodded, avoiding your gaze. Usually, you were the less confident one around sex. Though, over time and with Eddie's generous help, you quickly found out what you liked, what you didn't, and what you'd like to try if you could. And even if Eddie had slightly more experience than you, he still had things he wanted to try. Perhaps you should indulge him,

"We can try them out if you want?" You smiled as you moved closer to him. From where you were standing now, so close to him, you could see his pupils dilate,

"You want to?" He asked with a small smile, and you nod your head again,

"Sure. You just tell me what I need to do," You said, "I don't know how to uh..." You glance at the cuffs, sliding them off the table and into your hands, moving them forward towards him. He glanced down at your hands, then back up to you,

"Oh..." He hummed, "I uh... Actually... Uh-" He laughed nervously, "How do I...?" He muttered to himself, furrowing his brow as he glanced away. You stood quietly, watching him curiously for a couple of moments before your eyes widened,

"You want me to use them on you, Eddie?" You asked with a small smile, playing with the metal cuffs in your hands and watching him intently. From your peripheral vision, you could see his hands shaking slightly. He nodded slowly,

"Mhm," He hummed, licking his lips,

"Oh...!" You hummed in surprise, looking back down to the cuffs in your hands, "Okay," You smiled reassuringly, "Wanna try them on now?" You asked, watching as he blinked, opening his mouth and staring at you,

"But what about my Uncle he'd-"

"He left for work a little while ago," You reminded, smiling at him. He still stared at you with wide eyes, an unreadable expression on his face that made you narrow your eyes momentarily, before smiling softly, "If you don't want to use them, we don't have to," You reminded, taking a step back and glancing around his room, "We could always use them later? Or not at all," You offered, "Or leave them here for another day?" You offered, and watched as he smiled softly,

"I'm the one supposed to be making sure you're doing okay, babe," He said quietly,

"It goes both ways, babe," You assured him, moving to the desk and setting the cuffs back on it, before kissing his cheek, "Are you okay?" You asked him, earning a small smile,

"Mhm," He hummed, "Yes, I'm okay, sweetheart-"

"Shh!" You grinned playfully, "Not in front of her," You pointed at the guitar hung before his mirror, earning a small laugh from him,

"Right- how could I be so forgetful?" He smiled, watching as you moved to gently touch the guitar, sliding your fingers over the strings. He quickly joined you, and in the mirror, you could see he was watching you with a small smile on his lips,

"She doesn't sound very happy to be so neglected," You said, turning your head to look at him, "You could bring her along, Eds," You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him,

"Maybe..." He mumbled,

"C'mon," You said, touching your shoulder to his playfully, "You can play me something. It's always good to practice right?" You smiled,

"Sure," He reached forward to unhook her off the wall, glancing to the side to where the case was, "Maybe I could teach you how to play?" He offered,

"I'd love to learn," You said, watching as he carefully put her away into a guitar case, "I always like your songs, Eds" You told him, "Do you have anything new you're working on?"

"Yeah! I'm still working on a few riffs for this song," He smiled proudly, tugging the case over his shoulders and picking his bag up again,

"I can always help you," You offered, grabbing the cassette tape as you walked out with him. Looking down, you smiled, "''Hot as Hell'?" You read off the writing scrawled on it along with your name, 

"Cause it's summer!" He grinned innocently, opening the front door for you even though he was carrying so many bags. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and climbing back into his van.

Considering how warm it was getting now the day was dragging along, you made a short stop to buy a few beers you could set in the fridge to enjoy when the heat got too much to handle. On your way back to your, you'd pointed out Home Video, mentioning you should pick up another movie to enjoy once you finished 'The Thing'. You immediately gravitated toward the Horror section, flicking through the titles,

"Which one, babe?" You heard Eddie ask beside you, arms tucked into his pockets with a small smile, "'Nightmare'? 'Jaws'?" He asked, "Maybe 'Texas Chainsaw'?"

"'Jaws' might be good," You murmured, grabbing the tape and looking over it, "But I don't know... We saw it like, eight times already," You smiled at him,

"Yeah, and it wouldn't hurt to see it a ninth," He grinned, and you laughed softly at him,

"We still have to finish 'The Thing'," You reminded, setting the tape back down in its place and standing back, glancing through the alphabetically organised tapes,

"We did watch 'The Thing'," He smiled, nudging you with his elbow and shifting closer to you so you could hear him; his hair tickled your neck, "You just weren't paying attention," He whispered, and you turned to see him smirking,

"Neither were you," You glanced up at him with a grin, beginning to laugh softly. One of his hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer,

"Well-"

"Hey!" You glanced to the side, seeing Robin carrying a few tapes, "Do you two need help with anything? You can ask- uh," She glanced down at her vest, shifting slightly to point to the button that says 'Ask Me!', "Ask me for help," She gave you a bright smile,

"Cool badge, Rob!" You grinned at her, before glancing back at the tapes, " Uhh, which one would you recommend?" You asked,

"Well, that depends on what you're looking for," She moves over to stand near you, "You want more of a slasher or supernatural?" She asked. You glanced over to Eddie, who was watching the two of you,

"Slasher," You said, glancing from your boyfriend to your friend, "I always preferred those," You shrugged, "Problem is, I've seen most of them," You sighed,

"Well, have you seen 'Sleepaway Camp'?" She asked, bending down and reaching forward to grab the tape and hand it over to you, "We just got it back,"

"'You won't be coming home'?" You read the small text at the bottom of the sleeve, before turning it over in your hands to read the description on the back, "So people die at a summer camp?" You asked,

"Mhm. It's a pretty good slasher. Good if you like the more gory, nasty stuff and mystery killers," She added, and you smiled slightly, before glancing up at Eddie,

"What do you think?" You asked him, handing the tape over to him so he could look it over,

"Should be good," He smiled, "Thanks Robin," He said, nodding his head,

"Anytime," She smiled at you, "How've you been? I used to see you here all the time," She asked, beginning to set the tapes back into place,

"Yeah, well it was exam season so..." You trailed off,

"Gotcha," She nodded, "How'd those go?" She asked, and you only sighed,

"I'm just happy they're over with," You smiled, barely registering Eddie had moved away from you to go rent out the movie as you caught up with your friend, "I'm already looking at colleges and jobs for the summer," You said happily,

"Got a college in mind?" She asked, "Are you going out of state, I mean?" She glanced up at you,

"Not out of state, but out of Hawkins defiantly," You smiled, "I'm thinking about Franklin or Indiana State- I still wanna be closeby," You smiled,

"Cause of Eddie?" She asked. It wasn't some big secret that Eddie had been held back from graduating for two years, but he promised you this year was his- that this year, he would graduate, ready to join you wherever you chose to go. You gave her a small smile, 

"Also cause of my family," She made a small 'oh' noise, "My mom's one of those paranoid ones that doesn't like me being too far away from home," You explained. Eddie was defiantly also part of why you wanted to stay so close. You knew you wouldn't be able to see him until Winter break, considering he didn't seem to share the same interest in academics as you did. You had spoken about leaving Hawkins frequently together, but how that'd happen, you were never sure. You preferred living in the present rather than the future anyways,

"Got it," She nodded, "Well, good luck! And enjoy the movie," She smiled brightly, and you glanced over to see Eddie returning to you with a bright smile,

"Thanks, Rob," You grinned, "I'll see you around," You said, quickly joining Eddie and taking hold of his free hand as you exited the store and headed back to the van.

Once home, you set 'The Thing' back into the VHS player so you could actually watch it. You set everything up- by now it was the late afternoon and Eddie had graciously opened beers for you both, and got some popcorn ready. You also got changed into shorts and a t-shirt because by now the heat was making you sweat like a pig. The make up was also itching your face so you washed it off. After freshening up, you settled into the couch next to him, though before you could get far into the movie, or your beer, your head dropped onto his shoulder and you quickly fell asleep.

You woke a little while later. A pillow had been placed under your head, and you noticed Eddie wasn't in the living room anymore. Yawning softly, you glanced around to get your bearings and sat up. Eddie was in fact nowhere to be found- his beer was gone, and your TV had been turned off, the tape ejected and sitting nearby. There was music playing from the radio nearby, and though it was quiet, you made out a newer Black Sabbath song. It must have been the new tape he made for you. It was warm, though there was a cool breeze blowing through the open garden doors. From the clock, you found it was almost seven pm, the summer sky only now beginning to turn bright orange and pink.  You stood, grabbing your beer, setting it inside the fridge to cool off for later.

As you approached the kitchen, you could faintly hear murmuring from outside. Recognising Eddie's voice, you made your way to the door. Glancing outside, you winced at the bright sun that hit your eyes and moved a hand over them to create some shade,

"Hey! Look who's awake!" Eddie grinned. As your eyes adjusted, you found him sitting cross-legged in the shade on the floor and was playing with Clara. She was laying on her back, and meowed as Eddie's hand reached up to pull a blunt from his lips, the pungent smell of weed hitting you full force. He grunted softly as he stood up, flicking some ash to the ground as he approached you,

"Hey," You said groggily, smiling as he kissed your head, "Why didn't you wake me up? We were watching a movie," You said, pouting though it was difficult being too upset with him. You carefully took the blunt from his hands, looking it over. It had been cruedly rolled, and as you took a drag you coughed, surprised, "Strong," You rasped as he laughed at you. Glancing down, you found Clara now rubbing herself against your legs,

"You looked too pretty to wake up, babe" He smiled, "Don't worry- you didn't miss anything," He grinned, taking a drag from the blunt and exhaling the smoke into your face, making you cough again,

"Mmh... That's a relief," You huffed, reaching for the blunt again to take another hit, "You could have put my beer in the fridge, you dick," You said playfully,

"See, I was gonna do that, and then Clara, my beloved, sweet, girl," He said playfully, gesturing to the cat staring at him with wide eyes, "Distracted me," He smiled at you lazily. His eyes were already fairly bloodshot; he must have been smoking for a while,

"Mhm," You hummed, taking a final hit and handing the blunt back to him, "It's way too hot for you to be out in the sun like this, come back inside," You said, glancing over his bare chest. When did he take his shirt off? "You're gonna get sunburn too," You said, gently touching the tattoo on his chest, before turning back and walking inside,

"I'm not gonna burn; I'm not a vampire," you faintly heard him say. You grinned, waiting for him to enter the kitchen again,

"My neck suggests otherwise," You chimed, glancing over at him. He quickly finished the blunt, stumping it out outside and throwing it away into your trash. As he registered your comment, he laughed to himself, "You're not denying it," You smirked,

"I'm not a vampire, I promise, baby," He grinned lazily, following after you. You had moved to the radio, turning it down, before glancing at 'The Thing' VHS with a small frown. Eddie took his seat back on your couch, relaxing back and spreading his legs, opening another beer. He had graciously brought over your one, chilled from the fridge, "The other one's in my bag, babe," He let you know.

Once you got the tape, you put it in and moved back to him. Before you sat, you grabbed the bowl of popcorn and the beer, and you settled close to him to watch the movie. At first, you talked over it, not very interested, and considering Eddie was still fairly high, he found it hard sitting still. Clara quickly joined you and to him, she was far more interesting than characters getting hot water dumped on them. He had slid off the couch and stolen the popcorn, sitting between your legs and letting you run your fingers through his hair and braid it. You were half paying attention to the movie, half paying attention to Eddie mumbling away to Clara as she clambered over him, and found it especially difficult to focus whenever he'd tilt his head to press gentle kisses to the insides of your legs, or run his fingers over your calves. That was until about the middle of the film when the kills started getting good. You freaked out at the snake coming out of the corpse's mouth, grinning at the sight and grabbing Eddie's hand, asking eagerly if he saw it too. Clara left as soon as she realised all of Eddie's attention had been captivated by the film before him.

After that, it got good- anytime you'd see any of the gross special effects you'd squeeze his had, squeaking and mumbling curiously about how they even managed to pull that off. The film may have also instilled a newfound fear of bees and curling irons into you, following those scenes...

"Oh wow...!" You breathed as the credits began rolling over Angela's- or rather Peter's- open-mouthed face, "Oh wow-" You managed again, "Wow..." You hissed, still trying to comprehend the twist,

"I kinda loved that," Eddie said, tilting his head back to look up at you,

"I really did too!" You smiled, turning to look at him, "You think Angela was the one killing them all?" You asked, to which he blinked,

"Babe, she had Paul's severed head in her lap," He said, pointing to the screen, "Wasn't that obvious?"

"I guess..." You sighed, blinking. You set your hand on top of his head again, gently running your fingers through his hair, "Now I wish we could have seen that in the theatre," You said smiling down at him,

"Mhm," He hummed. Your eyes briefly flicked down to watch him lick his lips, before looking back at his wide eyes, "You think it tops 'The Thing'?" He smirked. As you let go of him, he twisted, so he could set his arms across your knees and lean his chin on his arm. He was essentially kneeling before you, beautiful, brown doe eyes watching you curiously,

"I think it might..." You whispered timidly, making him laugh and grin widely,

"No way," He grinned, "I do not believe you," He said, moving off of you so he could stretch his arms above his head, before resuming his place on your legs, gently stroking a hand over your skin,

"It might!" You grinned, "It was so good! I guess I just love mystery killers," You smiled, "I think I liked this more because it was more believable- no supernatural stuff," You said, 

"Wha- That's the best part, babe!" He said incredulously, "You think killing someone with a curling iron is better than getting your hands eaten by a belly mouth?" You sighed, 

"That scene was cool..." You admitted, "But I feel like 'Sleepaway' had more interesting kills. Besides, didn't you predict the aliens in it within the first what? Ten minutes of the movie"

"I mean, it wasn't that hard... It's not like they made it too hard to guess," He smiled against your skin, "What else is the thing in 'The Thing' supposed to be?" He smirked,

"Whatever," You smiled, setting your hand into his hair again, "Jesus Christ I'm still thinking about that final scene," You breathed, frowning as you glanced at the credits still rolling behind him. He glanced over his shoulder,

"Yeah, that was..." He trailed off, looking back up at you,

"Paul's decapitated head... The reveal- I mean... My God," You sighed, "Poor Peter..."

"Yeah..." He said, moving his head to look at you, "But is it really better than Copper getting eaten by Norris' stomach?" He said, raising his brows,

"Mhh... But they're different contexts-" He quickly cut you off, saying your name,

"He self decapitates his head and tries to slide away using his own tongue, are you kidding me?" He grinned, "You think that-" He pointed to the screen, "-Is better?"

"But that's not the same-"

"They're both decapitated heads," He said, moving his hands to grab your arms, shaking you slightly and making you laugh,

"You can't compare a supernatural horror to a slasher like that!" You protested,

"Oh my God," He grinned, pulling away as you laughed at him, "Are we gonna fight about this now?" He asked playfully,

"What? Over our favourite movie?" You smiled down at him,

"No- well, yeah," He said, "Over the best horror movie," He said,

"Well, I can't just switch up on 'The Thing' like that after one watch-" You laughed as he hissed a small 'yes', before turning his head to gently kiss the inside of your leg again "-Only because I haven't seen 'Sleepaway Camp' like... A million times," You smiled, 

"Well, we've still got time to get familiar with it," He smiled against your skin, moving his hands to the sides of your legs and gently rubbing up and down, leaving goosebumps to pepper your skin in his wake. You bit back the smile curling up on your lips, 

"Mhm?" You hummed as he pressed a kiss to your knee,  then sat up and leaned forwards to kiss you, tongue quickly finding yours as he moaned into your mouth. You gasped against his lips as one of his hands slipped past the shorts and began to rub slow circles against your clit, 

"Yeah," He muttered against your mouth as your hands slid over his neck and shoulders, "You're always so wet for me, baby," He added, grinning as he pulled away, drawing a whine from your needy lips. He was quickly pulling at the hem of your shorts, and you only lifted your hips off the couch to help him get them off in a fluid motion. Eddie leaned forwards and pressed a gentle, feathery kiss to your exposed stomach, making you blush and press a hand to his head, "Eddie..." You whined quietly, 

"I love you," He murmured your name, eyes flicking up briefly to glance up at you, "All of you. I know sometimes you don't see yourself as the most beautiful thing on this planet but if you let me, I would only look at you like this every hour of my damn life," He sighed, "Scars, marks and all," You wanted to cry at his words. In truth, you likely would be crying if the grip on your hips didn't turn so harsh and you weren't pulled forwards to the edge of the couch. He pressed another kiss to your mound, before his mouth moved lower and his tongue licked a stripe from hole to clit, focusing on the nub and sucking gently. Moans quickly left your lips as your fingers tangled in his hair and your hips began to undulate against his mouth eagerly, 

"Eddie, Jesus Christ," You moaned out, head falling back against the couch as he pushed your legs further apart, picking up one by the calf and setting it over his shoulder so your heels dug into his skin, "Wait, wait, wait," You quickly hissed, feeling the cold breeze brushing over your skin and causing you to shiver- or perhaps it was just the feeling of him harshly sucking and licking your clit. He pulled off wetly, wide eye looking into yours alarmed,

"What?" He asked worriedly, "Did I do something wrong?" You were already worked up and breathing heavily; his touch leaving your yearning body completely was truthfully the last thing you wanted, and you smiled slightly at his worried look, "Sweetheart?" He asked, putting a hand on your knee worriedly, 

"Can you-" You swallowed, running a hand through your hair, "Can you go turn the music up?" You asked sheepishly, "I don't want the neighbours hearing me," A soft smile quickly returned to his lips, and his hair tickled your exposed skin as he shook his head. He pressed a kiss to your thigh gently, tapping your leg, before getting up off his knees and moving his hair from his neck with a sigh, "Sorry," You called after him as he approached the radio, 

"You're fine, baby," He said, sending you a smile and a wink that made your heart melt, "You had me worried there for a sec," He chuckled softly, 

"Sorry," you said again, though it was quickly drowned out as Motörhead started to loudly blare through your living room, "Ace of Spades?" You said quickly, 

"You got it, baby," He grinned quickly returning to you and dramatically dropping to his knees before you, "Look at you. You're getting so good at guessing the songs," He smiled, peppering kisses against your legs as you hummed along to the heavy riffs blaring from nearby, 

"What can I say, Munson?" You smiled, running a hand through his hair and letting it settle on his cheek, "Guess you've influenced me," You smiled, 

"Mhm- have I?" He smiled, gently nipping at your leg and making you squeak, grinning against your skin and sliding his hands to your knees. You let him spread your leg apart again, kissing from your knees down the insides of your legs. Before he delved down to your clit again, he glanced up at you. You gave him a small nod, breaths growing heavy in anticipation, and you moaned softly as he gently kissed your clit, resuming the licking and sucking, 

"Yes, Eddie," You moaned, your legs moving over his shoulders so he would be trapped between your thighs. Your hand moved to grope at your breasts beneath your shirt, causing him to moan against you, the vibrations making your hips jerk against his mouth, eagerly grinding down on his face,

"Like that?" He hummed again, smirking as it made you twitch again, 

"Goddamn it- Eddie please don't stop," You moaned out, gripping his hair as you pressed his face closer, breaths growing shaky and ragged, 

"You gonna cum soon?" He mumbled, sucking harshly against the sensitive bud and making your back arch. You tweaked your nipple through your shirt, sighing a moan at the feeling of the soft cotton shirt dragging against your nipples, 

"Uhuh," You managed, nodding your head. You felt him smiling against you, tongue flicking the bud incessantly, and at the feeling of his two fingers quickly moving into you, they started rapidly pumping in and out of your fluttering pussy. In a matter of seconds, you felt yourself clench around him as you came on his face, loud moans drowning under the loud music filling the room. He moaned too, sending pleasant vibrations that caused your legs to shake against him, effectively prolonging your orgasm.

He helped you ride out your high, stealing glances up at your blissful face and smiling to himself as he cleaned you up, before pulling off wetly and kissing the inside of your thigh once more, before setting his elbows on the sides of your legs and leaning on his hands to watch you. As you looked down at him, you smiled softly: he had a smug, shit-eating grin on his face as he watched you, 

"What, Eddie?" You asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling back at him. The hand you had pressed to your breast was now laying across your stomach, while your other had moved to your side, fingertips moving against his arm gently. He gently picked up the hand on your middle and skimmed his fingers over yours, then kissed your knuckles, 

"Told you I could just stare at you forever, baby," He hummed, grinning, "You're in no shape to move," He smirked, tilting his head as he watched you with lidded eyes, truly admiring you. It was true- you were too fucked out and try and fight back on his words, but you could close your eyes. He chuckled lowly, and you felt him leaning forward to press gentle kisses against the skin of your neck, 

"Eddie," You mumbled in a soft, yet warning tone. You laughed to yourself as he mimicked your tone, saying your name instead, "No biting. Or hickeys," You reminded, and laughed again feeling his lips pout against your skin, 

"Stupid rule," He mumbled. You opened your eyes as you felt him move off you, groaning as he stood up. He stretched his arms out and offered a hand out to you to help you stand, "You go clean up, I'll find your shorts," He said, kissing your cheek, "Though, I wouldn't complain if you chose to walk around naked like this," He said,

"My neighbours would complain," You smiled, walking away into the bathroom,

"I wouldn't mind it," He called from the room as you shut the door, cleaning yourself up and taking care of yourself, before brushing out the matted hair around the back of your head. Eddie knocked on the door, handing back your shorts and stealing another kiss before you shut the door on him playfully.

Once you were dressed in clean clothes, you exited. Eddie was waiting by the door, and he quickly followed after you, pulling another cigarette out of his pack tucked in his pant pocket,

"How many of these are you gonna smoke?" You asked with a smile as you threw the empty bottles away, "And besides, you can walk around shirtless," You poked the tattoo ink swirling over his chest, before turning to clean the bowl in the sink,

"I'll smoke however many I want, sweetheart," He lit it, taking a drag as he moved behind you. This was a regular cigarette; you could tell from the welcoming smell of smoke, which you had grown to associate with Eddie by now. He moved behind you and wrapped his free arm around your middle, pulling you closer to him in a similar way to this morning. You heard him take a drag of his cigarette, followed by a gentle exhale, and smoke quickly swirled around the shelves above the sink. He set his hand, holding the lit cig between his fingers, next to the counter to prop himself up as he hummed, leaning forward over you slightly and kissing your neck gently,

"Eddie," You hummed a warning, quickly finishing with the dishes and setting it to the side to dry,

"I wouldn't mind seeing you walk around shirtless," He hummed, straightening and sliding his hand to your back, rubbing slow, gentle circles,

"I've got big windows," You nodded to the living room, "Someone'll see me," You smiled at him,

"We can just close the curtains?" He offered, and you laughed softly,

"At nine pm?" You smiled, "The sun hasn't even set," You glanced outside, noticing the sky was beginning to turn to soft pinks and oranges as the night drew closer,

"It will soon," He said as he kissed your cheek. You smiled softly, glancing up at him,

"Let's wait, Eddie," You told him, earning an annoyed grumble from him, "What should we do for the rest of the evening?" You asked,

"I have a few ideas," He murmured, kissing and gently sucking on your neck. Biting your lip and feeling desire pooling between your thighs again, you touched his cheek gently, 

"Is one of them sitting outside and appreciating the pretty sunset while we get baked?" You smiled, turning in his arms as he lifted his head, 

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea baby," He smiled down at you, then pressed a kiss to your head,

"I'm gonna go upstairs," You let him know, smiling, "Grab a hoodie for myself,"

"I can-" He was quickly cut off by the sudden, loud meow that announced Clara was back from wherever she had gone off to, "Clara!" He said cheerfully, grinning, as he bent down to pet her. You shook your head, grabbing his bag to take it upstairs with you and set it back where it had been at the foot of your bed.

Hearing a familiar jingle from inside caught your attention, and you glanced at your open door. You bent down to gently open the bag, finding the handcuffs were there, cushioned by his clothes. You smiled to yourself, shaking your head in amusement. You took them out, setting them on your bed and rifling through his bag to try and find a hoodie or sweatshirt you could borrow for the evening,

"I fed your cat and I closed your back door," Eddie announced as he entered your room. He didn't have his cigarette anymore, likely having finished it. His eyes focused on the sweatshirt in your hands, and to where you were still kneeling,

"Oh, you brought my bag up here! Thanks, babe," He grinned, then glanced over to your bed "You found the cuffs," You heard him say. Their jingle sounded again, indicating he had picked them up,

"Mhm," You hummed, moving off of your knees and kneeling on your bed opposite him, "You said we could try them out later," You said, watching as he looked back at you, "And I think I'm ready when you are" You smiled, gently folding the long-sleeved shirt and setting it to the side,

"I see," He said amused. You watched him curiously as he fiddled with the metal, "I got the key here," He said, pulling his cigarette box and lighter from his pockets and setting them on your side table, before producing the key, stuck at the bottom and setting it aside in an obvious place so it wuoldn't get lost,

"That's a relief," You teased, earning a laugh from him, "Here- I'll help you put them on," You said with a playful infliction, crawling on the bed over to him. He watched you intensly as you took the cuffs from him, "Gimmie your hands," You said in a soft tone. He held out one of his wrists to you, the veins protruding against his pale skin and dissapearing the further up his arms you looked. As you clicked the first cuff over his wrist, he placed his still free hand on your cheek, bringing you closer so he could kiss you. As you parted, he let out a small breath, "What was that for, Eds?" You asked gently, trying to read the expression he had on,

"I've never..." He glanced to the cuff locked around his wrist, twisting it slightly, "I've never asked anyone to do this with me before," He explained, "That's why I'm nervous about it," He breathed a sigh. You remembered how he had broken down one time, high on whatever Rick scored and passed on to him, that he had always struggled with being vulnerable or honest with people, never feeling like he could freely speak about anything with anyone... Until you,

"Hey, Eddie," You said softly, touching his face, "It's just me," You reminded him. His eyes, albeit reluctantly, met yours and he gave you a small nod, "I'll do whatever you need me to do. Nothing you're uncomfortable with," You assured him,

"You're sure?" He breathed softly, looking at you with a small frown. You quickly nodded, leaning up and pressing your lips to his and kissing him gently,

"Yeah. Let me help you feel good, Eds," you said, wrapping your arm around his neck to pull him closer, kissing him again. You made sure to be slow, and gentle, trying to get him to calm down. Soon, his tense shoulders relaxed and he moved his still free hand to your neck. You lowered yourself, considering you were still kneeling before him on the bed and slowly sat back on your haunches, his mouth eagerly following yours, keeping you locked in place with him. Pulling away, you hummed as he kissed down your neck, though you quickly stopped him with a hand on his chest. You smirked at the small pout now on his lips, pecking him quickly, before sitting back, "Get on the bed, Eddie," You prompted, shuffling out of the way so he could get on it. Once he sat down, he held out his other wrist, and you carefully clicked the other handcuff on him. You pressed a kiss to his head, you smiling in reassurance, "Lay back, baby," You added, before kissing him again,

Your eyes flicked to the first cassette tape he had made and you carefully picked it up. You set it inside the radio player, waiting for the first song to start playing, before returning to your boyfriend, now watching you with wide eyes. His pupils were already dilated so you could hardly see the usual gentle brown, and he reached for your hands with his bound ones, fingers clutching at yours,

"I'll be gentle, baby," You assured him a final time, before touching his face and pressing your lips against his, "You just lay back and let me take care of you, Eddie,"

"You're taking too long," He teased, and with a small grin, you took his hand in yours and moved to set them above his head, pressing your lips against him and licking along his bottom lip, earning a pleasant sigh from him,

"Maybe I like teasing you," You murmured into his mouth, grinning at the small groan that escaped his lips. You smiled, setting a hand on his knee to help you move over him, straddling him and beginning to slowly move your hips against his,

"Fucking... Damn," He breathed, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. With a smile, you slide a hand along his arm to squeeze his hand, before you moved to kiss his cheek, then nip at his jaw. Your lips quickly travelled down to his neck, pressing kisses against his skin and earning small moans from him. Grinning against his skin, you sunk your teeth in to gently bite, then suck, creating more dark marks on the side of his neck. Loud curses and moans of your name followed, fading between the riffs of the song playing- you were too focused to guess now. You could hear the faint clinking of the metal chains, and glancing up, you saw him desperately grabbing at your messed up pillows,

"You like that?" You murmured against his skin, making him shiver and smile,

"You're biting me," You could hear the smile in his voice as he said it, and you found yourself grinning against his skin, pressing a kiss to the fresh bite mark, before licking it and earning more groans of your name, "Thought you didn't like that, babe," He breathed playfully,

"I'm just getting you back for all the hickeys you gave me," You teased, shifting to pay attention to the other side of his neck, nipping at his skin before moving down to his chest. You pressed a kiss to one of the tattoos on his skin, causing him to smile,

"Well, unlike you, I don't mind getting bit," He announced, giving you a wink before letting his head drop back on the pillow. With a small smile, you narrowed your eyes and sunk your teeth into his skin, lightly biting just under the tattoo. He gasped, letting out your name in a small whimper that caused your walls to flutter around nothing.  You pulled off, pressing a wet kiss to your teeth marks wetly,

"You said you don't mind," You teased, shifting off of him so you could remove his pants, popping open the button, dragging down the zipper and slowly pulling them down his legs,

"I don't!" He smiled, shifting his hips so it was easier for you. You grinned, fingers dancing along the hem of his underwear making him shiver, just barely grazing his skin and stopping just at his v-line. He breathed your name out again, chest rising and falling rapidly, and the cuffs clinked again as he gripped the bedsheets once more, "I need you," He finally said. It shocked you- usually he was the one teasing you for your impatience- but it seemed like getting him this over-excited was biting him in the ass. 

Smiling, you reached out to palm his erection, earning a shuddering breath from him, followed by delightful wimpers. You grinned at his reactions, resisting the urge to trail a hand down to touch yourself at his reactions. As your name left his lips, you lifted your hand off of him, causing him to whine again,

"Needy," You commented, hooking your fingers in his underwear and pulling them down, grinning as he laughed weakly. His cock sprung free, and you wasted no time spitting into your palm and gripping the base, gently squeezing. It earned you a deep, low groan of your own name, causing chills to run up your spine. God he sounded amazing, all needy for you- and knowing he was aroused because of what you were doing only made you wetter. Licking your lips, you glanced up at him to see you watching you eagerly, eyes wide and a lazy smile fixed on his lips, 

"Please," He breathed, and you grinned softly, beginning to slowly stroke up his length, 

"'Please' what, Eddie?" You asked, tilting your head to the side and shuffling slightly on the bed, rubbing your thighs together as you settled in front of his cock, glancing at your hand as it made its way to the tip, before slowly beginning to drag your hand down, "You want me to suck your cock?" You asked in a low tone, and watched as he nodded his head vigorously, 

"Yes- please- fuck," He moaned as your mouth touched against him, pressing a gentle kiss to his tip and glancing up to watch him. Your eyes locked and a smile spread across your lips as you stuck your tongue out, licking over the slit. He let out more gentle groans and moans as your begun to move your head down, just putting the tip in your mouth, and swirling your tongue. Your name left his lips in a loud groan, which was all you seemingly needed to start slowly bobbing your head up and down. Combined with the slow movements of your hand and the pressure from your mouth sucking him, wimpers rapidly left his mouth in strings of curses and broken moans "Babe," He whined eventually. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking gently so he moaned softly, hips lifting off of your bed to buck slightly into your mouth. It wasn't until he moaned out your name particularly loudly that you pulled off of him wetly, saliva stringing behind you as you smiled at him. It slowly trailed down to your hand, pumping him softly and causing his cock to glisten in the low light,

"Hmm?" You hummed, grinning his breathing grew ragged. He swallowed thickly, tilting his head so he could look at you, meeting your grin with a matching one, "What is it, baby? I'm enjoying myself down here," You mumbled, licking your lips again for emphasis,

"Fuck," He hissed, breathing heavily, "come back up here," He asked, "I miss you," You noticed his hands twisting in the cuffs. Laughing softly, you obliged him, moving up to kiss him, his tongue quickly finding yours and moaning into your mouth. Your hand still lazily stroked him, causing him to eventually pull off your lips to breathe heavily, "I need you," He whispered softly against your lips,

"You do?" You asked with a grin, moving your mouth to kiss his neck,

"Mhm..." He hummed, "Please," He whined softly, eyes falling closed as he leaned his head back.

You let go of him with a small smile, causing him to gasp softly at the sudden lack of contact. You leaned over to grab the bag, laughing softly at the 'nice view' comment he made. You quickly discarded your shirt and shorts, sticking a condom packet between your teeth momentarily and grinning around it at the surprised look on Eddie's face. Carefully, you tore open the packet, and shifted forward to press a kiss against Eddie's lips. He let out a gentle groan at the feeling of your hand rolling the rubber over his hard cock,

"Please," He whimpered againas you shifted your head to suck another mark into his neck, pressing your tongue against the spot and smirking as you shifted your legs to straddle him. His breath grew ragged as you began to rub your hips against him, coating his cock in your growing wetness with a small smile, "Fuck," He hissed your name,

"Hmm?" You hummed against his skin, sitting up and smiling as you felt his hips moving underneath you, causing you to let out a gentle moan as he rubbed against your clit. You set a hand over his chest, digging your nails into the swirling black tattoo and feeling his heart hammering beneath your fingertips with a smile, "You've been such a good boy for me, Eddie," You praised, smiling as his eyes rolled back at your words, a shiver running through him. You leaned forward, kissing his parted lips and smiling as you moved your hand down to take hold of his cock, "You deserve a reward, hmm?" You muttered against his mouth, smiling at the moan that left his lips as you slid onto him, completely sheathing him inside you in a fluid motion. 

You moved back, moaning at the sensation of him fully inside you and smiled, allowing yourself some time to adjust. After a few moments, you slid one of your hands up his arm and placed your fingers in his hand, feeling him gently squeeze them. Slowly, you began to slowly lift and drop yourself on his cock, both breathing out the others name at the sensation. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as deep groans emanated from his throat, and you smiled to yourself. You set your other hand on his chest, leaning forward and picking up your pace ever so slightly,

"Fucking Christ," He breathed. You glanced from the blissful look on his face to his cuffed hands gripping your sheets as you slid your hand from his so you could ride him better. You could hear the faint jingle of their chains as you began to bounce on his dick, "Holy shit you're..." 

"That feel good babe?" you asked, breathing heavily as you moved, feeling your boobs bouncing with each movement. Grinning, Eddie nodded and moaned your name, "Use your words, Eds," You smiled,

"Good, you're really good," He whispered, "Jesus Christ- don't stop," He begged, causing you to grin. Your hips now slammed down onto his, causing him to moan louder and pant beneath you. You leaned forward against his neck, licking and kissing his skin, then moaning and breathing into his ear. He shivered, and you quickly found murmuring various praises- most notably 'good boy' against his neck between soft nips to his skin- caused his hips to stutter under yours and his breaths to grow shaky to shiver and moan just a little bit louder, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," He whined near your ear. Grinning, you moved your lips against his ear,

"Then cum for me, Eds," You whispered, grinning as you felt his body tense beneath you, gasping softly as you straightened up again, grinding your hips harder into him and scratching down his chest, awarding him with praises as he lay back against the pillows, sighing as you continued to ride him,

"God," He hissed, moaning more as your movements didn't stop, just slowed so you were slowly rising and falling on him. You grinned, shaking your head,

"Mmmh, it's only me, Eds," You grinned, watching him laugh breathily as you continued your slow movements. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him gently, "You did so well, Eddie," You praised, grinning as you pressed your hands to his chest and watched him, "You need anything?" You asked softly, going quiet as he kept his eyes closed. Your movements slowed to a stop,

"No..." He breathed softly. Feeling your hand move up his neck to touch his cheek, then shifting his bangs sticking against his sweaty forehead, he opened an eye, lips fixing into a lazy grin as he watched you, "My love," He sighed, and your heart warmed at his proclamation and fucked out expression,

"Hmm?" You hummed softly,

"I just need you," He breathed, making you laugh softly,

"How sweet, Eds," You smiled at him, gently kissing his cheek, "I'm right here for you," You assured him, twirling his hair around your fingers. He hummed gently, still laying back and catching his breath, his eyes falling shut once more, 

"Yeah," He breathed, "Did... Did you finish?" He asked between breaths, 

"Hm? Ohh, no," You murmured, lifting yourself up to look at him watching you with a small frown, 

"Why not?" He asked, concerned, 

"Cause I was making you feel good, Eds," You sat up, smiling only for him to return it, rolling his eyes, 

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't make yourself feel good too, sweetheart" He said, watching you. You timidly glanced away as his eyes raked over your body with a grin. Where he had previously gone limp inside you, you could feel him getting harder. The sensation was enough to arouse you again; knowing he was getting hard simply from the sight of your naked body on top of him caused your walls to flutter around him, and his eyes met yours sharply. He grinned again, "There you go, baby," He murmured, "Touch yourself," He said, 

"I thought I was the one in charge," You smiled, though trailed your hand down to your clit and sighed as your fingers begun rubbing against it in circles, 

"And yet you still listen," He sighs, closing his eyes and leaning his head back and sighing as your hips begun moving slowly against his, 

"Cause it feels good, Eddie," You moaned out, letting your head fall back. You grinned softly, before laughing to yourself and glancing down at him, "You be careful or I'll start to think you like being used, Munson," At your words he shuddered, letting out a moan, "Oh?" You grinned, 

"I..." He breathed a few moans, glancing down to where your bodies were connected and moving against each other, before looking at your face and grinning, "I like knowing you get off on me too," He smirked, 

"Feeling's mutual," You moaned, quickening your hands movements against your clit and slamming down on him harder, your walls fluttering around his cock. He wimpered softly, muttering your name and shifting his hips so he was slamming in. You gasped, mouth opening in an 'o' shape as he hit the same spot over and over, the pressure in your lower abdomen growing with each thrust,

"Oh fuck- are you gonna cum again, Eddie?" You managed breathlessly, grinning as he whimpered your name. You glanced down at where your bodies were connected, your wetness slipping down and causing the skin surrounding the areas to glisten in the setting light. With a grin, you slowed your movements slightly, causing him to gasp,

"Fuck- please don't stop," He whimpered his back arching slightly off the bed and the movements of his hips slamming up into yours increasing. You moaned gently,

"Who's being impatient now?" You teased, though the circles against your clit where frantic now, desperate for you to reach your peak with him,

"Shit-" He moaned again, and you leaned back slightly, moving a hand up to your nipple to play with it,

"Don't cum until I do," You managed, glancing down at him and grinning at his fucked out expression. His neck was flushed red, and the deep marks you had sucked into his neck sat atop his skin proudly. His hair was splayed out behind his head, phraming him almost angelically; the mane of black hair creating a halo around him. The image of his cuffed hands gripping your pillows for dear life, his knuckles white burned into your memory. You moaned at the feeling of your climax rapidly approaching, "I'm so close," You let him know, moving your hand desperately against your clit and slamming yourself down repeatedly on his cock, "Oh fuck!" You exclaimed,

"Please-" Eddie whimpered again, his groans and moans joining yours and almost drowning out the music. With a final stroke of your clit, you gasped, moaning loudly as your walls squeezed around him. Riding out your orgasm, you felt your legs shaking slightly from all the effort you had put in. Eddie's own groans and moans followed yours, feeling him swell inside you as he came too,

"Damn... Fuck- fucking Christ," Eddie cursed, breathing heavily so his chest fell and rose rapidly beneath your placed fingertips, relaxing back into your sheets. You took a moment to catch your breath, slowly blinking your eyes to clear your spotty vision,

"Eds are... Are you good?" You checked in between breaths, swallowing dryly,

"Mmh... Come here," From where his hands were still cuffed, you could see he made a motion for you to join him, and you quickly leaned forward so he could kiss you. Too quickly, he pulled his head to the side, breathing heavily as you pressed your face into his neck, kissing and nuzzling into his scorching skin lazily, "Oh fuck," He sighed from beside you, "Babe?" He asked as you hummed into his skin, making him shiver, "Babe, babe- can... Could you uncuff me?" He managed, and you quickly sat up, slipping off of him,

"Oh shit, yeah, of course," You leaned over him to grab the key that had been left behind on your drawer. Eddie managed to sit up, leaning towards you and pressing a kiss against your shoulder. As you sat back in his lap, you felt him shifting his hips so his legs would be bent, giving you something to sit back on. He moved his hands in front of you as if he was begging, and you smiled, pressing two gentle kisses to his wrists, just above the metal, "My love," You mumbled to him, smiling as he shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the covers, mouth still open slightly and panting,

"That's my line, darling," He said, opening his eyes to watch you fiddling with the lock, before successfully uncuffing one of his hands. He shook out his wrist as you did the other one before he took the metal from you and set it aside with a few clicks. Quickly, he set his now free hands on the side of the bed and sat up. You yelped softly as you almost fell backwards, giggling softly as he caught your arms and pulled you close again, hugging you tightly to his chest, "Are you alright?" He asked with a smile,

"Wow-" You breathed, "Huh? Yeah. I'm okay," You smiled, sitting up and pressing your lips to his cheek, "Are you? How are your wrists?" You asked, reaching for his arm and gently pulling on his arm so you could inspect him for any injuries,

"They weren't that tight," He said softly, watching you curiously. You could feel the soft vibrations of his chest as he spoke considering your close proximity to one another, and you gently swiped your thumb over the indentations the metal had left in his skin, "I'm okay. Great, even," You could hear the smile in his voice as he said it, before you shifted your head and pressed a kiss against his wrist again,

"Okay," You said softly, "I love you, Eddie," You smiled, locking eyes and grinning with him,

"Love you too," He murmured your name for likely the thousandth time this evening, moving his hand to tuck your hair away from your face and kissing you gently, "Here," He hummed, shifting his legs again, "Lay back, I'll clean you up and get you some water," He said as he kissed your cheek, then your forehead. You carefully moved off of him and sat back in the bed, laying back and running your fingers through your hair to detangle any knots. When you glanced back at him, he'd discarded the condom and put his pants back on. There was a cigarette between his lips and you saw him lighting it up, before disappearing down your hall for a few moments.

You dozed off for a couple of moments, feeling blissful and peaceful in your cool room, the cold air soothing your burning skin. You heard him reentering your room, and when you opened an eye, he held a wet cloth and moved in front of you on the bed, tenderly cleaning you and pressing soft kisses to your forehead,

"Next time I'll take a picture of you like that," You teased him, grinning, "All tied up for me," You said playfully, though when you looked at him, you saw his eyes had widened slightly, twinkling in the faint light in your room,

"You would?" He smiled, to which you nodded, "Does that mean I can have a picture of you...?" He asked with a smile,

"I thought you had enough already, Eddie" You smiled, letting your body stretch out tiredly,

"I'd like," He mumbled, walking over to you so he could lean over and press a kiss against your neck, "A picture of you in just these earings," He smiled as you shivered at his words,

"That can be arranged," You said flirtatiously, grinning as he moved on top of you and gently guided you to lay down as he peppered eager kisses against your face and neck, causing you to laugh, "Only one though!" You grinned as he pulled away from you to grab the camera, holding it in front of his face as he situated himself above you, half leaning on the bed. Your hands moved to your breasts, covering your nipples at first before he reached a hand out to take your hand off your chest, squeezing your fingers momentarily,

"Don't do that," He smiled, "You're so beautiful- I want to see all of you," He said, lips twisting into a grin. With a small sigh, you spread your fingers, pushing your breasts together instead, laughing once he snapped the photo. With anyone else, you'd likely feel embarrassed- you likely wouldn't even let them take a picture of you naked like this. But because it was Eddie, someone you trusted completely and loved with your entire heart, you were surprisingly fine with it,

"This one's going to my collection," He said, taking hold of the polaroid as it printed out and shaking it, 

"Ugh- don't phrase it like that!" You laughed, "That makes you sound like a creep," You grinned, slapping his clothed leg as he laughed, 

"What can I say? I like looking at you, sweetheart," He grinned.  And any nerves you may have had quickly dissolved into arousal as your kisses turned heated and long, and moans escaped your lips as he caressed your bare chest again; the polaroid and the camera quickly discarded off somewhere to the side, next to the handcuffs. Happily, you found yourself lost in Eddie and your sheets, your laughter and moans drowned out by the music...

[sir-crocodile-smile]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a scenario (or headcanons if you prefer) with law, crocodile, smoker (I know it’s a weird combination ^^”) and a shy strawhat male reader where they get caught , handcuffed and put all in a cell made of seastone (since they all are devil fruit users). The reader is the only one able to break free and to free the others. In that moment law, crocodile and smoker are so impressed and flustered by the reader and by how cool and smart he was. If you find it a dumb idea you can obviously refuse it :> and I still thank you for the attention.

Hello! Thank you for sending in the request and for waiting patiently! I think it’s really funny that you chose (in my opinion) some of the guys that would be just the biggest grumps in a situation like this. I hope you enjoy!

Law

Law’s exhausted. The seastone around his wrists and in the rivets of this jail cell made sure of it. But he was mentally exhausted too, having been in the presence of Strawhat himself for hours now, and if he wasn’t trying to conserve his energy, he would have snapped.

His only refuge was [y/n], who would at least offer Law a sympathetic look when Luffy attempted to headbutt the seastone cage walls for the fifth time. Law took a deep breath through gritted teeth as [y/n] grimaced at the terrible clanging sound Luffy’s head made when it collided with the cage. 

“I hope that last one concusses him, so he stops being such an idiot,” Law growls. [Y/n] hears, and gives him a small smile. “Don’t worry, Law-san. Just wait another minute, it’ll be alright,” you reassured, catching him off-guard with your small smile. 

He wonders what you mean for a minute before being distracted by the actions of your captors. He's racking his brain, trying to come up with a way out… then Luffy sits up and says "Torao, where's [y/n]?" He turns to the spot where you just were, finding it empty.

A pang of worry hits him. Where could you have possibly gone? Until he looks closer at the spot you left and sees your handcuffs, lock picked and open. He smirks.

Soon enough, you kick open a vent on the opposite side of the room and quickly take out the guards. You smile at him when you unlock the cell. "I told you, things will be alright!" He chuckles softly. "You got me this time, [y/n]-ya. How did you get in the air vents?" 

"Secrets, Law-san," you reply with a little wink. Thank god he has to turn around for you to unlock his cuffs, that way you couldn't see the flustered expression he made at how suddenly smooth you were.

Crocodile

Oh. Oh this is the literal last thing Crocodile wants. He’s seen enough of the inside of a cell to last him a lifetime, thanks to Impel Down. And at least in Impel Down he had peace and quiet. But now he was imprisoned with the Strawhats, and that was sure to give him a headache.

At least one of them wasn’t being an obnoxious idiot: the new one, the one he hadn’t met before. You were quiet from the moment you all were caught, and haven't said anything since. Just sitting there, observing the situation with sharp eyes, seemingly immune to the inane chatter of the rest of the Strawhats. 

Minutes ticked by as you sat near the bars of the cage, watching and waiting. When a guard on patrol walked just a little too close, you sprang up, jumping over your own handcuffs in one fluid motion. You snatched the ring of keys off the belt of the stunned guard through the bars of the cage, smirking as you unlocked your cuffs with them.

All the guard could do was stand dumbfounded, unable to get into the locked cell as you went around and uncuffed your comrades. “Much obliged,” Crocodile smirked as you moved to unlatch his handcuffs as well. You looked up at him with a stony face. “No funny business, Sir Crocodile. I want your word that you’re on our side until we’re all out of this place.”

He grinned. “Cautious, smart… you sure you’re a Strawhat?” He chuckled wryly. “You’ll have my word… if you’ll tell me your name.” It caught you off guard for a moment, a brief flustered expression flashing across your face as you mumbled your name. He grinned wider as he repeated it back to you, making your expression even more cutely flustered before you quickly moved out of his view to undo his cuffs.

How interesting… Crocodile wants to see you make that face again.

Smoker

Smoker curses his luck. Just like Alabasta all over again, trapped in a seastone cage surrounded by pirates. And not just any pirates: the Strawhats. Because of course it’s them. It’s always them.

He recognizes most of them from Alabasta, but not the newest one. A quiet man, certainly softer spoken than his nakama. He carefully studies this new crewmate's features, wanting to accurately report back to HQ exactly what you looked like. Not because you were cute or anything like that…

You scooted yourself to be back to back with him, causing him to eye you suspiciously and try to get away. “What are you doing??” You gave him a small smile and whispered, “Don’t worry, Smokey, I’m just unlocking your handcuffs, like I did everyone else’s,” you explained, returning to your previous position.

“How long have you been uncuffed?” Smoker asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, the entire time. I’m an expert at picking these things.” Impressive, Smoker thought with a puff on his cigars, if alarming. The Strawhats had someone on their crew that could pick seastone cuffs? Not good for the Marines if they ever wanted to capture you guys.

“Next time someone opens the door, we’ll all jump them and catch them by surprise. Just pretend to be cuffed until then,” you said quietly, and Smoker nodded. “Thanks. It’s Smoker, by the way…” You tilted your head at him in a way that sent heat to his cheeks.

“But captain calls you Smokey… I think it’s cute,” you mumbled shyly as you looked away. He quickly turned from you in a huff, face burning. “Call me whatever you like,” he grumbled in reply. “Okay, Smokey!” You smiled, unable to see just how embarrassed you were making the Marine. Even though he was embarrassed, he didn’t want you to stop calling him by the cutesy nickname because of all the butterflies it gave him when you said it.

[barrysmanbun]

Barry NSFW Alphabet

A/n: this was not planned and therefore is not edited

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Getting you a cool washcloth to wipe you down with, while whispering to you soothingly about how good you were. Small kisses on your forehead and cheek. Just laying there to catch your breath for a while afterward, probably smoking a joint as you do.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Barry’s favorite part about himself is his hands. From his time in the army to working as a mechanic to rolling joints every day his hands have had a lot of practice with skilled, steady movements. If you catch my drift.

His favorite body part on his partner is really anything he can grab onto. Your hips: pulling you in for a hug or squeezing them to get your attention when you’re talking to someone else. Your thighs: pulling you towards him while he sits in his chair so you can stand between his legs, making it all the easier to kiss you. Your ass: cupping it and lifting when you’re kissing just so he can hear that little half-moan he loves so much. Your breasts: massaging them while you leisurely make out on his bed, too high and too hot to move any faster.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to come on you, painting your stomach or your thighs. Just seeing it on you gives him this sense of pride and satisfaction. His favorite place to come on you, though, is you face. When you let him it is nearly enough to get him riled again, fiercely pleased that he gets to mark you in such a way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Barry has been thinking about fucking you since before you even talked to him for the first time. The first time he saw you he took one look at you and was imagining bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you into oblivion. The talking stages was arguably his best shows of restraint in his entire life, and by the time you guys finally got to the sex stage of your relationship he had enough fantasies he wanted to act out to fill an entire notebook.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Barry is fairly experienced in the sex part of your relationship, having multiple casual partners in the past, but when it comes to the romantic part of your relationship he has no idea what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He knows it’s very vanilla of him but he thinks missionary is the best. Best access to everything he wants, your breasts, your clit, your lips, and he gets to see your face. Besides, there are so many different positions just within missionary that you guys can do to keep things interesting. His second favorite position would have to be when you ride him, specifically when he gets to sit up when you ride him Once again because he gets access to everything and it’s so much easier to see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Barry is serious at the moment but only to keep the moment intimate. He can have a good laugh about things and will sometimes chuckle to himself when you do something cute or say something naive.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave but he keeps it short. And the carpet definitely matches the drapes, dark with a little bit of a curl.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very intimate, slow and sweet and romantic, but it depends heavily on his mood. If he hasn’t seen you in forever and he missed you more than he was horny he would definitely be very romantic about it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was a single bachelor living alone he would probably jerk off once or twice a week, but otherwise he would get a girl for that. And on the days he knows he won’t be seeing you for a while he will definitely do it just so he can send teasing pics for phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging: Barry loves to get you to the point that you’re begging for him to finally fuck you or finally let you cum, just knowing you need him that bad is better than any high he could get from drugs. And it’s just so pretty when you get so desperate that one tear rolls down your face.

Choking: No matter the sex position, chances are Barry has his hand on your throat, just tight enough for you to feel it.

Bondage: Handcuffs, a tie, a piece of loose fabric, your own panties, even his own hands, he loves having that much control over you. Able to do anything to you, and you can’t even resist. Plus, he loves the sight of you pulling at your restraints with the need to touch him as he brushes his fingers along your chest and abdomen to make you squirm.

Knife & gun kink: though Barry would never hurt you just knowing he has the power too, and that you trust him not to, arouses him to no end.

Exhibitionism: this is very loose because while Barry does not want to let other people see the two of you having sex, having sex in public places (on the side of a back road with you bent over his motorcycle) or with people in the next room (asking you to help him with something in his room and then having a quickie while his customers wait in the living room because he just couldn't wait anymore)

Marking: Barry loves seeing his mark on you, hickies across your neck and chest, bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your hips and thighs, and wearing his clothing out in public or around the house.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You guys have fucked on every surface in his house and yours, on probably every back road, on his bike, on the beach, everywhere you can think of you and Barry have most definitely fucked there. But his favorite is probably the bed because then you guys can relax without worrying about getting caught afterward.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to feel you run your fingers through his hair in any situation: while he rests his head in your lap, while you kiss him, while you sit in his lap. It’s relaxing and he catches himself letting his eyes slide shut and his head lull back but when you add just a little tug it immediately gets his engine revving.

He loves seeing you in his clothes, when you walk around in just his shirt or his sweatpants, or leaving the house before he wakes up and returning home and he sees you wearing clothes that are obviously his and he knows you went out and other people saw you in his clothes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Blood play or cuckolding. Barry doesn't want to share you (except with maybe one stuck-up kook who shall not be named) and he also doesn't want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Barry loves receiving, loving the sight of you on your knees in front of him, but he also loves giving. His partner's pleasure is just as important to him as his own and he loves showing off his skills (how quickly he can make you come with just his tongue)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barry is usually fast and rough. This boy has lots of pent-up anger, on top of never being able to get enough of you. But sometimes he gets into these romantic moods (that you're forbidden to tell anyone about) where he just wants to take his time pleasuring you, drawing it out as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He prefers normal sex but he'll take a quickie if that's all he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down to experiment with almost anything. He has a lot of experience and knows what he's doing so I doubt you'll be introducing anything he hasn't heard of but he'll still love to try it out with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for one or two rounds and then he needs to give his dick some time to recuperate. But that doesn't mean his mouth and hands are out of business.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really mind toys one way or another. He's not so insecure that he refuses to have them but he also knows that he doesn't need them to get you off so having toys is totally up to you and what you want to try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease but he cannot take it when you tease him back. He'll tease you all day, whispering dirty words in your ear, telling you what he wants to do with you, slapping your ass as he walks by or secretly groping you while you kiss or hug. But the second you start teasing him he's on the edge of his seat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not particularly loud, with groaning and grunting and lots of swearing. He actually goes quiet when he cuts, tensing up and squeezing his eyes shut and then afterward he swears and rolls over to lay next to you on the bed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

To elaborate on 'T' he cannot take teasing at all. If you try to tease him he'll catch your wrist and give you a warning look. The more you try the more aggravated he'll get till he pulls you away from whatever you're doing/whoever you're talking to so he can fuck you in the nearest empty room.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A little above average length, about 6 ½ inches, and moderately thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty average. It gets higher when he doesn't see you in a while or if you're being particularly bratty but otherwise it's average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He waits until you've fallen asleep, making sure you're cuddled up to his chest, then he allows himself to fall asleep as well.

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[noritoshiikamo]

Hi Jailmate, are the nsfw alphabet reqs still open? I'd like to req "K" for Toshi and Toji, pretty pweasee??

- Jailmate Lay UwU

18+ minors dni tw: mention of kinks send in “character + letters from here” for some random headcanons tagging: @mod-officialsukuna K- kinks (What kinks do they have?)

K- kinks (What kinks do they have?) *cracks knuckles* let's talk about toshi and toji kinks

lets start with our baby, noritoshi kamo, feel like this man hides a lot of shit

lemme be clear, this man is a switch, but definitely a dom

let's start with the main kink this man would have: breeding kink

sighs, lord have mercy im about to bust myself

100% noritoshi kamo is the ceo of breeding kink

especially when he's married and pressured by the higher ups to have the next heir of his throne. he would build it up and let it all out on you

any chance he has to just fill you up to the brim with his cum, he would do it, just hold you down in the meanest mating press and just power through ignoring how overstimulated you are to reach his own goal and he . will . not . stop . no . matter . how . much . you . beg

"i'm not stopping, not until you're full and bloated with my cum, my wife."

if he came and you failed to keep it all in, he would fuck the cum back in you and whaddaya know? he's hard and ready to go again

heads empty just noritoshi holding you with your back against his chest, his cock pounding restlessly into you that you could barely hold a sentence in telling over and over how a good mother you would be to your children

you better pray that your birth control is strong enough

bondage, *chuckles* oh, he likes that

the slight sense of helplessness and the way your lips begging him for release, just got him going, you just look so pretty tied up on the bed, be it with handcuffs, shibari rope or his crimson binding

oh he's not shy to bring his technique to bed; you're squirmish? he's not afraid to bind you.

and flowing red scale? the way his marks appear on your body, the way he's able to make your body so sensitive to his response, he ate that shit up

or when he's frustrated, he'll use it on himself, pounding in you for hours switching from mouth and cunt and when you're ready, your tight ass with no mercy

you're his little fuck toy

public sex, he ate that up too. just because he barely show any emotions or anything doesn't mean he's shy and reserved

the idea of having you any minute of the time in the most public place turns him on. random places he's into: in his family's estate common room where he fucks you on the kamo's throne, the back seat of the car, that one empty tatami room in the family estate where you could see the shadows of people behind the paper thin wall, fitting room

the feeling of getting caught is exhilarating for him and you

the new dress hiked up around your waist, you weren't scared that it might be ruined, noritoshi could pay for that but you mind the way his hand around your mouth, not tight enough you could still hear your own moan as he pressed you against the mirror of the fitting mall that one time you asked him to accompany you to the mall

"scream my name," he taunted you, pinching your swollen nipples, "let them know who you belong to."

honorable mention: daddy kink, voyuerism, breath play, somnophilia, sensory depravation and roleplay (cough cough professor cough)

now when it comes to toji fushiguro, it's hard to pinpoint what he isn't into

this man is a hard dom, you can kiss the idea of dominating this man goodbye

but he doesn't mind it, he loves to see you try and dom him, but make sure to do it right or he will make it your problem

he also has no problem with any holes, to him a hole is just a hole for him to fill

edge play, just his hands tightly around your neck while he's balls deep in you turned him on, tracing the blunt side of his blade along your skin, enough to make your breath hitched at the coldness of the blade but not enough to make you bleed, cock hardened instantly

toji, dacryhilia and degradation, they come hand in hand, where do i fucking start

you're his bitch in bed, he will make sure of that, his words and dick will make you cry but as much he likes to make you cry he also likes to praise you, cooing you little a little needy slut and you ate that up like a depraved little slut

jerk off instructions, wowza, like i said, he likes being in control of everything

sometimes he would have you leaned against his chest between his legs, spread apart in front of the mirror as he whispered instruction into your ears while your fingers run wild

he will make you keep your eyes on him, if you close it he will make you hold your release. he lives off the way your skin warmed up when he told you the way he wants to fuck you, the way your breasts bounced up and down as your chest heaved when you're close and the way your tears rolled down your cheeks when he demanded the 5th orgasm

"you can do it," he cooed, "you want me to fuck you don't you baby? i promise this is the last one." he lied.

toys man toys, just vibrator you could wear and he could control, he loves seeing you struggling, seeing you struggle to please yourself with a toy, begging to have him in you instead, crying how your fingers or the dildo don't feel as same as he is

you know just how to stroke his ego

face fucking, heads empty just toji holding the side of your head, ramming his cock deep into your throat ignoring your gagging and tears

"you can take me, sweetheart," he taunted, pressing his fingers on your nose, "open your throat up, let me fill your throat up okay? that's my good girl."

my personal favourite, somnophilia

ofc it came with an understanding consent that toji could have you anytime he wants, even when you're fast asleep on your belly sprawled on the bed when he returned home late

the way the coils in his belly twisted in excitement seeing your response to his touch even with your eyes close is just exciting, "toji," you sighed, when he rubbed his hardened cock along your soaked slit, thinking it was just another one of your dirty dreams.

your hips move involuntarily, rubbing yourself against the pillow you're hugging but when his bulbous head poked through and bottoming instantly you snapped out of your sleep

"shh, i'll make you feel good," he whispered against your ears, hips rolling in slow motion. "okay," you whispered, moaning clearly stimulated by both him and the pillow pressed against your clit

he held your hand in his large one, lips against your ears alternating between cooing you and kissing your bare shoulder but strings of moan never failed to stop. his pace was torturous, youre now fully awake because you're begging him to go faster and faster because you're close and he obliged

and when he came he didn't pull out, laying on your side, his half hardened cock buried in your full cunt, you didn't complain

it felt good to fall asleep in his arms, cunt full of him

honorable mention: cnc, breeding kink, impact play, public sex, anal

[bellsarefun]

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian Yandere Headcanons [The Beginning]

【ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ：A few of my personal headcanons (very rough ideas) on how Din would transition into a yandere.】

【ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：The Mandalorian x Reader】

【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：.PG-13 — no explicit content in this part, but in later parts of this series will have NSFW content. 】

【ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ：1.2k 】

The Mandalorian’s obsession with you started out as nothing more than meeting you by accident on Arvala-7. He was retrieving the asset for the Client, but what he soon came to find out is that he wasn’t the only one with a tracking FOB. You had somehow beaten him to the asset, a small green alien child, in the chaos of his blaster fight with the IG-11 droid. This unpleasant surprise forced the two of you got into a scuffle where you were crowned the victor after you had managed to knock him off of his feet.

You two agreed to split the reward, since the IG-11 droid was smoking from the blaster bolt in it’s head and was in no condition to take it’s share. Besides, you needed a ride off the planet because your ship was kind of destroyed in the process of getting to Arvala-7.

From then on, your relationship blossomed into a rather unorthodox friendship filled with laughs and bickering like an old married couple. You had stayed with him during the beginning just to look after the child but after awhile you grew to care about the Mandalorian just as much as you cared about Grogu.

Din couldn’t exactly place when he started to fall in love with you, but by the time he realized it—it was already too late. It was around the time your little family escaped from Moff Gideon on Nevarro when he realized it. He had barely escaped with his life and he now grasped how much he wanted to live; for you, for Grogu, and most importantly so he could hear your laugh once again.

You, on the other hand, loved Din like a cherished friend—so naïve and innocent—and Grogu was the son you never had. You both became foster parents to the little guy and it wasn’t long before you put on your ‘proud mom’ hat. But, the best part was how Grogu brought you and the Mandalorian to figure out how best to work with each other. You both learned to patch each other up after fights, take turns cooking the meals, and babysat Grogu while the other went off to work on missions. Overall, the domestic nature of life was something you couldn’t protest against

With this domestic nature of your relationship, Din couldn’t help himself but fantasize about settling down with you as his wife and giving Grogu some siblings. It was something he craved for, it was something he longed for, and dare I say, he needed.

The moment where Din’s love for you turned dark was when he almost lost you. The two of you were helping the Jedi Ashoka Tano free oppressed people from a ruthless dictator on Corvus when things took a turn for the worst. In a duel between the enemy and Din, the enemy cheaply shot you instead and hit you in the side. The last thing you remember from that mission was Din shouting out your name in panic and falling into inky darkness—your side exploding in agonizing pain.

Luckily, the bullet only got you in the side and, because blaster bolts cauterize skin, you managed to pull through the serious injury but it took weeks until you were fully healed. Din was by your side at your beck and call, refusing to let you get out of bed to do anything but use the restroom.

Din has lost a lot of people in his life, he’s lost his parents, friends, and his entire tribe. He sure as hell wasn’t going to lose you, the person he loves. He couldn’t imagine continuing his life without you, he doubted he could go a day without hearing your laugh and waking up to the sight of you and Grogu waking him up in the morning.

During this time, you noted a change in him. In his own way, he’d been showering you in affection; more touching, staring more than usual, and opening up to you more. You didn’t mind this new Din, but one thing that concerned you was how protective he had gotten. He would only allow Grogu to come near you and almost outright refused Cara and Karga when they asked to see you. You worried about him.

To Din, his protectiveness didn’t come from his need to control you but instead came from his love to see you safe. He loved knowing that nothing could possibly blemish your smooth, supple skin or that nothing threatened the loving smile that would cross your lips every time you made Grogu coo. He had gotten so used to you remaining in bed where he could protect you that the day when he couldn’t find you, he panicked.

You had gotten a transmission from Cara to come into the city on Nevarro, where the Razor Crest was stopped for a day or so, and you figured that you had healed well enough to go on your own. You had taken Grogu with you because you couldn’t leave the little guy alone since he’d become so attached to you. Oh, what a mistake that turned out to be.

As soon as Din spotted your empty bed, was in near hysterics. In one moment he felt like his whole life had fallen apart in a matter of seconds. He then a transmission popped up from Cara that told him everything he needed to know. Cara was informing you, if you were still on the Crest, not to come meet her. There was a group of people who had come into the Guild asking about the Mandalorian and you and she didn’t like the sound of it. He left before the transmission had even ended.

You hadn’t found Cara where she said she would be and you were so confused. It was growing darker by the minute and the streets of the city were looking scarier by the second, you were in no condition to defend yourself or Grogu. The small green bean was becoming fussier as the moments ticked by, he was clearly very hungry. You had waited for around an hour, but when you figured that Cara wasn’t coming you decided to head back to the Razor Crest. That’s when a group of men, of differing races, stepped out of the shadows and you knew in an instant that you were in trouble.

Din had found Cara in a matter of minutes, demanding angrily where she had sent you too. Cara immediately recognized the severity of the situation and guided the taking Mandalorian to the spot where she told you to meet her. They arrived a bit too late.

You were laying on the ground, bleeding from your nose and the blaster wound that had been healing opened up—blood was pooling around your form. Your face was a degusting menagerie of purples and blacks, bruises that would last for weeks at the very least. Grogu was being held by the back of his robe by one of the men, his small cries for the woman laying on the ground was the first thing the Mandalorian heard when he turned the corner.

He saw red and that was the last thing Din saw before he brutally beat the enemy group senseless—with the help of Cara of course. His thoughts whirled with fear and anger that made him feel sick to his stomach. He stomped and kicked until he heard the squishing of gore under his boot—he blood seeping through the soles of his shoes. But in a few seconds, it was over.

With the bodies of the men laying on the ground, beaten senseless to a pulp, in the center was Din cradling your broken body to his chest. Cara was dealing with the last of the men who had run off, leaving Din with you and a crying Grogu. This incident was the straw that broke the camels back, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight now.

You woke up the next morning, your right eye had formed a beautiful black eye that it made it hard to see. But, you still managed to see the familiar helmet of your friend, the Mandalorian, sitting in front of you. You were so confused on what had happened or how you had gotten back to the Razor Crest.

“Din? What happened? Last I remember-”

“Your safe, that’s all the matters.”

“Din, tell me what happened.”

Din was silent for a few moments and you tried sitting up in your bed, only for him to push you back down on the bed. You raised your right hand to grab his arm, but found it locked tightly in a electric handcuff to the side of the bed.

“Din, what- what is this?”

“I need to keep you safe. Even if that means protecting you from yourself, (Y/N).”

[fnf-amateur-writing]

Hello! Can I request a scenario where l Updike with an s/o who got kidnapped and now he has to go save them- if u feel uncomfortable with that you can just do general relationship headcanons for him!

Hey there, Anon. I'm cool with your prompt, no worries!

TW: Kidnapping and violence.

Updike finding out S/O was kidnapped

Everything was rather dull at work. Sure, dealing with anomalies can be cool, but it wears on Updike after a while. Everyday was starting to become nothing more than paperwork, keeping tabs on the freely roaming safer anomalies, and trying and failing to kill Whitmore. Fortunately, his lunch break finally started after a long and boring morning.

Once he readjusted his tie and tucked away his trusty gun in his pocket, he went on a near daily walk to a local cafe. To be honest, it wasn't all that boring, since he now got to be with you during his lunch breaks. About a month ago, you two found out that you took your breaks at the same time. The cafe was also conveniently in between your workplaces, allowing you to walk an equal distance.

Without any incidents or that pestering metal head, Updike made his last turn, with the cafe now being just two buildings down. Strangely, the police were also two buildings down, talking to an employee that Updike recognised in front of the prematurely closed cafe. Avoiding involvement, Updike quickly turned around, waiting until he out of sight of them before checking his phone. You were always there first, so you probably texted him a heads up, but his phone showed no new messages.

It was pretty annoying, but no big deal. He'll just go somewhere else, and maybe you'll be there too if he's lucky.

~~~

The phone next to him rings, whilst Updike sat alone in his office, showing the front desk receptionist's name. That was rather unusual; that number almost never calls him directly, so it was probably important enough to be an exception. "Updike speaking," he spoke in his monotone voice, which was in a tone that easily showed how he says that a dozen times a day.

"Mr. Updike, the police are requesting your presence outside."

Okay, now that was very unusual. Not that the police are here, they show up all the time whenever a case involves an anomaly. But for them to make him go outside, when they usually go up to see him or a collegue, was odd. And he had a clean record too, so it's not like they were going to arrest him.

"I'll be right there," he said. He felt somewhat stressed from the sudden request, so he went a faster pace to the lift--to which he almost pressed the wrong button. He and a cop quickly made eye contact the moment the lift opened, and he followed the man as he beckoned him outside.

"Now, I know you're busy, so I'll get right to the point," the officer says, pulling a phone from his pocket. "Do you recognise this phone and the owner of it?" Updike wish he could say no, but he couldn't; it was clearly your phone, except it now has a large crack on the screen. "Yes, it belongs to my partner. Their name is (Y/N) (L/N)." As clear as he made those sentences, his throat was sore from the dread.

"Sir, are you aware that they've been kidnapped."

... No.

~~~

Looking back at it, he wasn't sure how he kept calm the whole time as the police explained what had happened. Some man had taken you right in front of the cafe. It happened so quickly, that the witnesses didn't seem to notice anything wrong until it was too late. They contacted him when told by employees that he always sat at the same table as you.

As he rushed home, he didn't quite know what he felt. It was a mixture of sadness, anger, stress, and whatever the hell else that couldn't be named that made his hair grey. But he wasn't going home just to wait in misery until the police did something; he was going to look for some clues, as recommended by the authorities. He wasn't aware of any troubles you may have wih your family and friends, but he was informed that most kidnappings are done by people the victim knows, so he had to snoop around your stuff to see if he could find anything to report.

However, he almost slammed himself into his own front door when something else caught his attention: a plain white envelope taped to the door. There was no markings or writing on the outside, Updike noted as he took it for inspection, but he could tell it had a letter in it. Surely, it couldn't be a coincidence this showed up the same day you were taken.

As he went inside, closing the door behind him, he didn't take another step away from the door before tearing the letter open. Within the envelope was a typed letter, which had a clear message despite never mentioning you or Updike by name. Also made clear was that this was nobody you knew, nor was it an anomaly trying to spite him, but rather a particularly greedy criminal who took notice of who you were with.

The letter demanded an absurd amount of cash to be hand delivered, an amount that clearly overestimated even his own wealth. And if he brought anyone with him or brought a weapon, then you would be shot on the spot. Finally, he had until midnight to do so, too, adding onto the stress.

The stress started to become a bit much as his hair grew darker. He had no way of knowing whether the bastard was bluffing, but it wasn't worth trying to find out. But still, there didn't seem to be a good way out anyways. It felt like he was about to snap, feeling some sparks from his head and... a spark of an idea.

He went up a flight of stairs to a closet within the hallway. There wasn't anything remarkable about it's contents, but he took interest on one side, where some suitcases of his were stored. Only one of these was useful right now: a sleek metal suitcase he can't remember even using, but he remembered it being there. After grabbing the case, he ran back downstairs while neglecting to close the closet door.

Now, he wasn't going to place any money in it. No, nothing would be in it. But he had an idea, because maybe the guy didn't quite know who they decided to mess with.

~~~

Updike parked his car on the side of the road, getting out in the abandoned yet familiar area. It was a small part of the outskirts of the city that eventually lost it's population and was left to rot, which amazed him that it hasn't been torn down yet. The only people who regularly come here are the homeless and obnoxious teenagers with cameras who pretend that one of the buildings are haunted for internet clout. However, he does remember coming here too a long time ago to hunt down Whitmore a couple times.

The meeting place was a short walk away, having used to be a local library. The evening sky was getting darker by the minute, and the sun was near set behind Updike as he looked into the old library. As dark as it was, a light was barely visible from the entrance, partially blocked by empty bookshelves. With the case in hand, he walked through the shattered glass double doors and in between two of the shelves.

"I'm here."

The light across the library shifted and footsteps approached. The man looked as dodgy as he expected, except with a bit of a 1950's greaser look to him, and the gun the man held never pointed to anything but Updike. He placed the lantern onto the shelve and approached, saying "hand it over." Definitely not a negotiating type.

Time passed too slow, yet also too fast. Though he normally used his head, Updike had to channel what was within him elsewhere or else the man would shoot him seeing the thunder from his head. Hard, sure, but dong it for you was a pretty good motivator.

In three, two...

As soon as both hands were on the case's handle, Updike managed to give a hard zap through his hand. The case's material made it guaranteed it would shock him, and shock him very badly. He shouted at the sensation comparable to that of a taser, unable to pull the trigger before collapsing. Updike wasn't sure if he was conscious, but it didn't matter since he was already slamming the case into his face. Giving a man a free nose bleed such as this one was usually seen as too barbaric for Updike's taste, but damn it was satisfying.

He took the man's gun and briefly searched his pockets for anything else he might use as a weapon. He pocketed the lighter for the box of cigarettes he carried, since he might wake up and pull a fast one by burning the place down. And then there was a key, and not a usual key one would think of. In fact, Updike knew from the shape that it was meant to unlock a pair of handcuffs. It may be best if he took that as well.

"(Y/N)!" he called out, "are you there?" He made his way to the back, peeking into some rooms as he passed. He heard some sounds coming from nearby, causing him to peek through the old bathroom door. There you were, gagged with a cloth and both hands cuffed to a pipe beneath a sink. You were trying to say something, so he quickly worked the cloth off your mouth and let it fall under your chin. Upon closer inspection he now saw how disheveled you looked and that one of your eyes was black and swollen.

"G-GABRIEL!" you finally managed to scream before coughing from finally having your mouth to breathe through. "I thought you- I thought..." He hushed you before using the key he found on your cuffs, allowing you give him a much needed embrace. "Shhh, it's okay," he said as you cried, "I've dealt with him."

"Now," he picks you off the ground and carries you away from the dreaded building, "let's go. I have an interesting story for the cops."

Now for a surprise bonus ;)

Aftermath headcanons:

Unsurprisingly, you both took off work for a while.

Regardless of how well you can handle trauma, Updike WILL take you to a therapist. He's already got one booked, so you don't have a choice really.

For the first time in the relationship, Updike has been the one to initiate cuddles. He's also just as paranoid as you are, and has become somewhat clingy as a result.

When it was nearing the day you two would return to work, you discussed plans on preventing another incident. Though it may seem a bit far, you agreed on wearing a small tracking device clipped to your clothes until the fear wore off.

The forced therapy sessions did come with benefits for the future. When you eventually had to testify against your kidnapper in court, you felt more confident in your words and managed to tell them everything without a breakdown.

The man didn't stand a chance and earned himself several years in prison.

Finally, once you felt everything was behind you, you walked together to the cafe again. It was a nice cafe and it would be a shame if they stopped visiting.

Some of the regulars and employees recognised you two, and welcomed you back. And as you two sat in your usual spots with drinks on the house, you could finally say it was a pretty nice day with nothing to worry about.

[shokobuns]

– VALENTINE��S DATES (JJK EDITION)

ft. itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, gojo satoru, sukuna ryoumen, nanami kento, zenin maki (gn!reader)

GENRE: fluffy brainrot/headcanons! (whichever you consider these to be ig)

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNING(S): suggestive themes.

ITADORI YUUJI – he’s the type of person to record your date for memories. he has videos of you looking out into the sunset to you chomping down on a bunch of noodles like an animal. with that, you two would just go around and explore tokyo, taking advantage of any couples’ valentine’s day discounts. he’d probably ask gojo for advice (he hands him a condom), but it’s horrible and he’d probably figure that out from nanami. if it’s the first date, he’d be nervous as hell and it’d be noticeable considering how jumpy he is, but once you start getting comfortable with touching him, he’d relax more and adjust really quickly. if it lasts the whole day, by half the date, he’s kissing your cheek, holding your hand, and wrapping his arm around you. yuuji’s really sweet and he’s also a gentleman, holding the door for you and being mindful of if you’re having a good time or not. when you two finally kiss on the lips, he gets flustered as hell and hides his face into the crook of your neck.

THE GIFT – one of those bead necklaces that everyone makes at home. the colors are irregular and in no particular pattern, but your initials are on it with a heart. he doesn’t have much money with the exception of food, so he can’t afford a super glamorous gift, but you wear it with pride.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – would show up at your doorstep with your favorite flowers, but once he gets there, he’s debating on whether he should be there or not. he just wanted to do something nice for you on valentine’s day, but he’s also thinking “what if this is weird?” he’s another person that gojo gave advice to, but megumi tuned him out because he already knows to not trust him for this stuff. he’s all new to this couple type things, but he rings your doorbell anyways and he’s about to put down the flowers at your doorstep and run away, but it’s too late. you answer the door with a sundress on and this man forgets how to speak, so he just holds out a box of chocolates and the flowers without even looking you in the face. eventually, you ruffle his hair and go back into your house to gather some sandwiches, water, and a blanket for a picnic at a nearby park. you’d have to be the one to initiate the hand holding and his face gets so fucking red, too. at the park, he gets more comfortable, talking to you becomes easier and he lets you put butterfly clips in his hair because your face gets really close to his and he likes to give you little pecks on your nose when it happens.

THE GIFT – flowers and chocolate, letting you put clips in his hair without complaints

KUGISAKI NOBARA – she’s also the type to bring you around tokyo and spoil you on valentine’s day and she’s definitely more assertive on the date, too. she constantly has one hand on you, whether it’s on the small of your back or she’s holding yours, and she’s not shy about kissing your cheeks in public, either. nobara makes you try on clothes and if she really likes how the outfit looks on you, too, she’ll have no problem buying them at all. you two do that thing where you pick out outfits for each other and try them on at the same time. for most of the date, it feels like she’s the one with the bolder personality, but as soon as you tell her she looks like “the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen,” she gets really fucking flustered. your classic red cheeks and she can’t seem to stop smiling, but at the same time she’s trying not to seem too embarrassed even though she’s failing miserably. eventually, she’ll get over herself and you guys would find an empty balcony somewhere and make out for the rest of the night.

THE GIFT – an outfit consisting of those velvet track pants that she thinks make your ass look good (the ones that flare out at the bottom), an oversized shirt, and a bunch of scrunchies

GOJO SATORU – the first time he sees you that day, he tosses you a condom with a ribbon on it, does a backflip onto a table, then puts a ribbon on himself. he gets an “i hate you” because he’s dramatic as hell, but he pouts and it makes you feel slightly guilty because he’s just so cute. anyways, for the rest of the day, he wears his glasses because it feels more casual and for the most part, you’re hanging out at home watching movies, making out, etc. there are definitely no more condoms left in the box by the end of the night. although, you don’t stay in all day. he does treat you to a proper dinner where you both are a little more dressier than usual and he makes sexual innuendos in your ear whenever he has the chance which is about every five seconds. you’d also be eating dinner next to another couple and he’d say some shit like “we’re cuter than them” and you would get secondhand embarrassment whether the couple hears it or not. at the end of the night, you two walk to a park at night and there’s definitely a little moment where he goes “hey, can you hold this?” and you hold out your hand and he interlocks his fingers with yours (yes, he’s cheesy like that). you’ve probably had to slap him on the back of the head a couple times. once you two get to the park, he shamelessly does cartwheels throughout the whole space.

THE GIFT – a condom, sex, a homecooked meal, cat ears, and a sanrio plushie that yuuji picked out for him

SUKUNA RYOMEN – honestly, you weren’t even sure if you were even going to have a valentine’s day date with him, but he shows up at your front door at 6 am ringing your doorbell repeatedly with a bunch of flowers and you look like absolute shit when you finally open it. you’re still tired, so you drag him back to your bed for a few hours and sleep a little more before getting ready and going out for breakfast. he’s the type of person to stare down other people for no reason and you have to calm him down during your little breakfast date so that he doesn’t scare people. of course, he eventually gets a little bored and blows your back out in the restroom which has you limping for the rest of the day. he takes a lot of pride in it, too. later at dinner, he tries to cook for you, but this man sucks at cooking and has anger issues which is not a good combination because he’s so close to punching the stove since he somehow ended up burning the pasta noodles? your kitchen is still intact, so you don’t question it, and you’ve already ordered takeout because you’ve already predicted it. sure, he sucks at cooking, but it’s the thought that counts, right? after that, you two fuck, like you’ve already been doing all day, but this time, you give a little manicure after. you teach him how to take care of his cuticles himself and paint each other’s nails black after.

THE GIFT – a vibrator, handcuffs, a dead rabbit he found and stuffed with its legs cut off. he also got you a nice bouquet of your favorite flowers, but he had to bark at someone at the store to get them.

NANAMI KENTO – this man will take you off to your classic fancy dinner date with wine, a box of chocolates, a bouquet of roses, basically the whole cliche formula valentine’s date. although, you’d notice that something seems a little off about him so you kind of just ask “are you having a good time?” and he looks back at you with a blank expression all like “are you having a good time?” that’s when you get the hint that he’s indifferent to the whole thing, so you quickly finish dinner in order to get home as soon as possible. nanami is a little confused as to why you weren’t having fun, but it’s all explained when you head to your bathroom and hold up two face masks. he hasn’t used one before, but you just tell him to relax and “stop and smell the roses.” he’s just like “i already bought you roses?” and you just shake your head and instruct him to lay down so that you can put the sheet mask on his face. the night slowly becomes more of a self care type time where you two take a bath together, wash each other’s hair, and eat cake. surprisingly, he ends up enjoying the whole thing and asks if you two can do the same thing next time. it ends with a peaceful sleep, you head laying on his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

THE GIFT – box of chocolates, roses, and some diamond earrings. the best dick of your entire life, both in the bathtub and in the bedroom.

ZENIN MAKI – this girl gives you a home cooked meal, but she’s actually good at it. for breakfast, she’s making some omelettes and rice and it’s one of the ones where it’s a sanrio character sleeping in a blanket. you’re just admiring her the whole time because she looks really pretty when she cooks. for a valentine’s day date, you two would go on a cute picnic with some bento boxes and eat strawberries while the sun shines. her hair is down the whole time and you play with it because she never has her hair down even though she looks absolutely gorgeous like that. she’s just relaxed the whole time and you’re feeding her compliments while keeps on this cocky exterior, but she’s internally melting. she also lets you braid her hair, so you give her some french braids, but not without adding some pretty flowers to compliment her face. later that night, you two play a movie in the background and you give her a massage because she rarely gets some time to let go and rest and you really want to make her feel good. eventually, this escalated into making out until you two get tired and fall asleep.

THE GIFT – home cooked meals and pair of earrings she saw you eyeing the other day.

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NSFW Alphabet w/ Tsukishima Kei

A?N: He might be a little ooc in some of them but I just feel like Tsukki is truly a loving guy who will treat you like the world and actually has a heart in there also I have a request for HC’s with Noya that is either coming out today or tomorrow and I am open to more requests

It is all below the cut 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He loves you so much when he is done fucking you senseless he is all about aftercare. He will pull you close to him and kiss the top of your head, then your forehead then give you the most loving kiss ever. This is the side of Tsukishima that you rarely get to see. He gets you a cup of water and gives you one of his shirts so that you don’t have to move. Will tell you all of the things he loves about you and will always pull you to his chest and just appreciate you. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yours:He is all about your boobs, totally doesn’t seem like it but he’s a giant and every time he looks down at you he can’t help but look at your boobs. He wishes he didn’t have to look every single time he looked at you, but he does. In the bedroom he loves sucking on, kissing and kneading your boobs in his hands. 

His: He loves his hands, he loves how they can please you and have you squirming in minutes, he loves how big they are compared to yours and how he pretty much covers your whole hand in his, he loves that he can practically cup your whole face in his hands before he kisses you. Like if he didn’t have hands he wouldn’t know what to do. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He asks before you start where you want him to cum because he doesn’t like ruining the moment to ask. He loves coming inside of you because it is the least messy and shows a level of trust that is really important to him. He doesn’t like making a big mess so otherwise he is going to pull out and cum right onto your stomach, has a huge problem with cumming on your face, he cannot make himself ruin your beauty with his disgusting cum, it just turns him off. Loses it if you take him in your mouth and swallow it though like to him that’s so hot. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Adores it when you give him hickeys, it doesn’t matter if others can see them or not he likes feeling claimed and knowing that you are his and he is yours and no one can come between that. If you leave a hickey it definitely makes him a lot more riled up and he wants to go again sooner. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not amazing at first but he definitely is a fast learner, watches, listens and feels what makes you feel the best. He wants you to enjoy yourself so much so even though he starts off very inexperienced he wants to be the best and your only so he may or may not also watch some porn to get an idea of what girls like. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mr. Tsukishima loves seeing your face and having your legs over his shoulders as he pounds into you but he cannot deny that his favorite position is taking you from the back. He just loves how it feels and how he can pull your hair if he wants or pull you up to rest against his chest. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If Tsuki is ever goofy during sex the world is ending. He is a serious guy and he likes to focus on what he’s doing and make sure that he is doing a good job and you are enjoying yourself. He barely speaks let alone making a joke, it would ruin his mood almost instantly because this is a moment between the two of you and he doesn’t want it ruined. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Blonde and well kept, he has to look good to feel good. Doesn’t want a mess of hair, he likes to keep it at about half an inch and tame. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is the most romantic before and after, in the moment he is very focused and just wants to please you, he will kiss you and give you little praises but he is the most romantic before, when he is kissing your whole body and running his hands up and down your body, and after, where he tells you how much you mean to him and takes care of you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he is away from you he is jacking off, everyday, he can’t help himself, his mind wanders to you all the time. He wonders where you are, what you're doing, and what you’re wearing (usually imagines you in something almost inappropriate and it turns him on so much). He typically does it in the shower because it is really easy clean up and he loves the water running down his back. He also will do it in his bedroom if no one is home because he wouldn’t be caught dead beating his meat, but when he does his eyes squeeze shut and his whole body shakes as he gets close. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He is a kinky mf let me tell you. He likes blindfolds, handcuffs, or anything that restrains him and gives him full control. A total dom who occasionally likes for you to call him daddy. Will absolutely try lots of positions and loves to edge you so that you are screaming his name. Also into punishing you if you’re bad, take that how you may. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes private places, will not put either of you in a position where you could get caught because he would never recover from it. Likes doing it in the bedroom or in the shower the most. Though he cannot say no to a blowjob in an empty storage closet. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do, smirk at him, boner, wink at him, boner, wear a cute outfit, boner. You are so sexy to him that even the littlest things make him want to jump you. If you want to really get him going though you need to kiss behind his ear and whisper dirty things into his ear and then back off and pretend that you didn’t say or do anything. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would not share you, you are his and his alone. He also wouldn’t do anything with blood, knives, or candle wax because that’s way too uncomfy for him. No food in the bedroom, eating makes him feel sick and doing it before having sex just ruins things for him no matter how sexy it seems 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves both equally and tries to give as much as he receives. When he receives he is the loudest you will ever hear him because it just hits every single nerve in his body the right way. Someday’s that’s all he wants is for you to be on your knees and for him to thrust into your mouth taking full control. 

Now giving is a different story, he’s super confident from the start and will grab your legs and hold you up to his face. Will lick and suck on all of you until you are screaming his name and pulling his hair. He has a lot of skill with his tongue and he is not afraid to use it, he has you cumming so fast and he will lick it all clean. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the day, he will take it slow if it is an important anniversary or he is feeling cuddly (or being a massive tease), but otherwise he will pound into you like there is no tomorrow. You both like it hard and fast so he might as well go crazy with it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Lives for quickies in the morning, he loves them so much because he then starts his day off less stressed and more relaxed. He will take quickies if it is all he has time for during the day but if he has the time to do it all he will, every single time. He also sometimes initiates quickies for an ego boost before a match because he just cannot get enough of you screaming his name from him fucking you then screaming his name in the stands. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t a huge fan of risk, again, would not be caught dead having sex with you. Not only is it embarrassing just in the act but he doesn’t want anyone else to see you naked. He occasionally will go for it in a storage closet or an empty locker room but he is super calculated with it and makes sure that you are comfortable. Now in your bedroom he will try most everything, he tried roleplay once and couldn’t get into it, you also tried having him blind folded and he was completely down. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is an athlete, he’s in it for the long haul. He can go typically two rounds, on good days 3-4 and on rough days he likes it to be one and done. The first round usually lasts about fifteen minutes and after that he usually lasts about ten minutes if you give him a few minutes to breathe between. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cannot and will not use toys on himself but will definitely use them on you to tease you and to get you all bothered. Loves to watch you use toys on yourself, it just strikes something within him that he loves, it’s a mix of holy shit she’s so hot and oh my god why isn’t that me and my dick and after he fucks you the best he has in  a long time 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you thought that Tsuki was ever a person to tease in day to day activities he is definitely going to be worse in the bedroom. Will tease you until you are literally begging for more, he can’t help himself it gives him an ego boost and he can’t help it you just look so fucking hot when you are begging for his cock and for him. He literally watches you with his usual blank expression but he is literally engraining it in his mind for forever. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud, but definitely a groaner, long and deep groans and moans come from him once he gets into it. He really tries to keep quiet because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself even though he tries to make you as loud as possible. When he gets close he mutters out a string of curse words and your name over and over and cannot help himself. Is definitely loud when you blow him though, can’t help it he's a moaning mess like you are just turning him on in every single way possible and he can’t make himself care enough to keep quiet. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He absolutely wants you to ride him, like get on top of him and take control occasionally. Loves the idea of not having to not worry about it and just enjoy himself, whenever he masturbates he thinks about you bouncing on top of him but is not comfortable telling you this fantasy. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a big guy with a big guy. Definitely gets his smirky attitude from somewhere and that somewhere is down there. Longer than average (probably like a 7.5) and a little thicker than average, just in general his height is above average. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He gets horny all the time, who can blame him on that but he really only needs to go once maybe twice a week because he likes to make sure that he can do it right and that you both are left breathless. If you’re ever in the mood he literally cannot say no, he teases you like there’s no tomorrow and makes you blush a lot first but like you just make him feel all sorts of ways and he has to please his girl 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it is after a full day of practice and everything he is asleep right after he’s taken care of you and gotten you what you need. He already was exhausted from a long day and this just wiped him out. If it wasn’t as long of a day he likes to make sure you fall asleep first and will stroke your hair and just watch you in awe that he has someone this amazing.